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Jun 2021
there a little cloud with teardrops

a wash of shadowed grey

they came and cut the oak tree

not down entirely. they call it

trimmed

for he was worried it will fall

on his

house

it still may yet that is

a different story

here there are old yews all about

with tree protector orders and love

from those below

who have insurance

who remember deportment and unfortunately

elocution class

and may have preferred the predicted
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