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May 2021
There once was a gaggle of geese
Huddled around a tree
Were the fruit was just out of reach
How could that be?
That nature would put them in such close proximity
Yet the geese still could not reachΒ Β 

I once had a mother named Jamie
Who told me nature would provide-
To always be good and kind,
Nature would provide.
She is gone now, and so are the geese.
So I know that cannot be
Nature will always keep her fruit just out of reach.
Written by
Tenant  M/Denver
(M/Denver)   
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