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Dec 2012
I am not a palm tree
I do not sway flexibly through storms
I am an old, brittle tree barely hanging on
My limbs have grown tired
My rings are one too many
And this final gust of wind
Will bring me to the ground
Jacqueline Sullivan
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Jacqueline Sullivan  28/F/Massachusetts
(28/F/Massachusetts)   
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