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My thoughts are the bark Of an old tree At the top you can still find the finest fruit But first you must climb the rotten branches Don’t slip on the damp moss Be patient The first bite will be worth it You may fall But you will come back for more
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
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My thoughts are the bark Of an old tree At the top you can still find the finest fruit But first you must climb the rotten branches Don’t slip on the damp moss Be patient The first bite will be worth it You may fall But you will come back for more
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:37 PM UTC
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