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Apr 2014
Hope is a big oak tree
It lives by you all the time
And through the dark times when it looks bad
Life springs back into it with the light
All through your day, and when you are lying in bed
While you grow old, it does too
Until you are both old and brittle,
And while you swing, they both carry you
Written by
Everett Bowen  Chelsea, Michigan
(Chelsea, Michigan)   
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