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Dec 2014
Let’s cut down that tree,
and strip it of it’s bark.

Take that axe and hack
every limb until we hear
only the sound of crushed
leaves beneath our boots.

I am one of many, my
seeds have met the soil.
It will take much more
than that to stop
the giving of oxygen.

So much more than an axe
to stop us reaching for the Sun.
Lennox Jones
Written by
Lennox Jones  Auckland
(Auckland)   
687
   JC Lucas and Juneau
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