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From underbrush it creeps along spring's damp ground crawling, dragging towards light Then A crutch with which to achieve up begins the climb tendrils grabbing bark First a few at the end of the grow more and more as maturity is gained and grow moves upwards Three Green leaves on of each stalk waxy, jagged and glistening Will turn red in autumn Pretty But best left alone should rash and itch follow the handler's folly
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
The Climb
From underbrush it creeps along spring's damp ground crawling, dragging towards light Then A crutch with which to achieve up begins the climb tendrils grabbing bark First a few at the end of the grow more and more as maturity is gained and grow moves upwards Three Green leaves on of each stalk waxy, jagged and glistening Will turn red in autumn Pretty But best left alone should rash and itch follow the handler's folly
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Sep 30, 2012
Sep 30, 2012 at 9:25 PM UTC
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