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Dec 2013
In the woods,
A man built a cabin
So he could live
Freely from the trees.
His child died at sixteen.

His grandson was poor,
He sold the cabin for crumbs.
The buyer cut down
Every tree for miles
So he could live
Freely and safely.

His son wanted more.
He made the cabin a mall,
And put beetles in all
Of the trees left,
So he could live
Enslaved in fear
And in greed.
Written 12/11/2013
Nicholas Phillips
Written by
Nicholas Phillips  Boone, North Carolina
(Boone, North Carolina)   
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