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Jul 2018
the old tree
stood there all the time
watching the children
passing by
the old tree stood
obsolete in time
slowly withering
away
and as time passed
the old tree was slowly forgotten
less people were around
everything changed
and then one day
the old tree was cut down
like it was worthless
like it was nothing
sadsalt
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sadsalt  15/F/Australia
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