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The tender tree-- o’ wooden babe-- Blooms fruit of Simple Thought. Here sweetest wishes ripen By uncaring hands ne’er wrought. Tender hands tend tender tree-- How foolish they must seem! Those who care for wishes; Those who pray upon a dream. So long sweet fruit did fall Untouched but by the ground Undreaming-- you are lost By simple mystery confound.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
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The tender tree-- o’ wooden babe-- Blooms fruit of Simple Thought. Here sweetest wishes ripen By uncaring hands ne’er wrought. Tender hands tend tender tree-- How foolish they must seem! Those who care for wishes; Those who pray upon a dream. So long sweet fruit did fall Untouched but by the ground Undreaming-- you are lost By simple mystery confound.
Based off the style of Emily Dickinson's poems.
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Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 10:36 PM UTC
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