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Aug 2010
The spindly, stretching, barren branches
Lifting their fingers to the sky
Reaching for the clouds, dreaming to fly
Slowly up and up, growing inch by inch
You poor shrub, you grandiose sequoia
Fate dealt you your hand
This is where you stand
Monica Rose
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