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Dec 2014
help thyself.



once turned this age, decided

i may ask for help, seems i did not need it,

the blokes were all at tea, so chose

the tree, carried it to the car

easily.



i always have one, fresh green, i like

the smell, the feel of it. in the house,



whatever is happening,

happy or sad,

i like the constant tree.



i never used to ask for help,

until this last birthday.



it is a new rule, maybe

i shall break it.



sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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