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Jan 2014
I plucked an apple from the tree
I cut it in half
One for you and one for me

I eat it all but save a tiny seed
I plant it
So it can hold my hopes and my dreams

I nurture you until your tall
I remove the bandage and stick
It was a crutch so you wouldn't fall

You are a sapling a tiny sprout
Holding my dreams is what your about

Lightning strikes in the dark of night
You deserve to live so you will fight

Years later you bear your fruit
You have done more than thrived
But survived

If a gift of nature can do what it wants
Then so can I
Natasha Smith
Written by
Natasha Smith  Maine
(Maine)   
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