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Oct 2014
I am the tree,
That gave birth to the branch.
So how are it's leaves fading
While my roots are still healthy?

I nurtured the branch
And poured my life-force into it.
So how have I failed
In my job?

Where's the axe-man?
Call him to me.
For without my branch,
I am nothing
niamh
Written by
niamh  Ireland
(Ireland)   
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