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Apr 2014
Your leaves come and go
Their colors so unique
In the winter they do not show
Your branches can be oblique

Sometimes I come to you to think
Though you have no brain your filled with knowledge
You absorb water like a tasty drink
You're living but cannot acknowledge

It's strange to me how close we can be
Without ever exchanging a word
We do not talk but communicate to a certain degree
You develop and learn like a young bird

You grow, you breath, you're a tree
Jackie Busch
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Jackie Busch  Chelsea, Mi
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