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Dig a deep hole       bury me                          shallow grave                              I will not die                              my soul not a slave                  little tree                grows               mighty          and brave        roots barely cover      with earth and with snow          torrential flood rains an cold winds that blow                 as Little tree pains that                          her roots they still grow                             unending rootstocks                            take ahold of our root                       grow firmest oak trees                    out beyond stars                out past the seas           down we be sleeping                veins they be seeping                    joy we be reaping                our secrets lay keeping              a love ever deepening          a dowsed               river vein                  my roots not be waned                   I bend             stretch my limbs out,         twisting and turning                wood not for burning                      far as earth goes                        roots wrap around                            all that is found                         Dig a deep hole                   back to the sky                 out to the sea                     tears death does cry                            dig a deep hole                               cannot bury me                         infinite stars                 past galaxies         protect you from wind            my trunk will not break                    shelter                      cover from sun                     roads that we take                  Dig a deep hole               as far as above             lay me inside      find eternal love. Cherie Nolan © 2016
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
"Dig A Deep Hole"
Dig a deep hole       bury me                          shallow grave                              I will not die                              my soul not a slave                  little tree                grows               mighty          and brave        roots barely cover      with earth and with snow          torrential flood rains an cold winds that blow                 as Little tree pains that                          her roots they still grow                             unending rootstocks                            take ahold of our root                       grow firmest oak trees                    out beyond stars                out past the seas           down we be sleeping                veins they be seeping                    joy we be reaping                our secrets lay keeping              a love ever deepening          a dowsed               river vein                  my roots not be waned                   I bend             stretch my limbs out,         twisting and turning                wood not for burning                      far as earth goes                        roots wrap around                            all that is found                         Dig a deep hole                   back to the sky                 out to the sea                     tears death does cry                            dig a deep hole                               cannot bury me                         infinite stars                 past galaxies         protect you from wind            my trunk will not break                    shelter                      cover from sun                     roads that we take                  Dig a deep hole               as far as above             lay me inside      find eternal love. Cherie Nolan © 2016
I had a dream that this had to be fixed I fell asleep and woke up fixed it fell asleep woke up and fixed some more... I don't know if it's better I guess it was just necessary? Thank you everyone for appreciating the first time I don't know if it's better so please let me know your thoughts.... :) I really hope it isn't ruined.....
Moi-Cherie
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
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