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I stand alone, a loner I am thinking I am a loner completely I stand still, totally alone I think I am, except for tree. I like tree. Watching this Tree; I see it: the leaves are green, the bark is greyish-brown kind of with a little lighter brownish junk. A single leaf flutters down to the ground place like the little moth in Lord of the Rings. I like that movie. The little leaf touches the ground without a sound it goes “pfff” I am sad inside my mind brain not knowing why it did this. Oh well. It doesn’t matter. The beauty of the tree is not lost, however it remains within me all of the day. Beauty that cannot be broken, cannot be remade, cannot be undone. I do like tree.
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Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:27 AM UTC
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I stand alone, a loner I am thinking I am a loner completely I stand still, totally alone I think I am, except for tree. I like tree. Watching this Tree; I see it: the leaves are green, the bark is greyish-brown kind of with a little lighter brownish junk. A single leaf flutters down to the ground place like the little moth in Lord of the Rings. I like that movie. The little leaf touches the ground without a sound it goes “pfff” I am sad inside my mind brain not knowing why it did this. Oh well. It doesn’t matter. The beauty of the tree is not lost, however it remains within me all of the day. Beauty that cannot be broken, cannot be remade, cannot be undone. I do like tree.
A humorous poem meant to be as bad as possible. ©2009 Alan Vollmer
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alan-vollmer
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 9:27 AM UTC
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