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One loudly dying tree, cries to me, "I too yearn to be free, But my roots will not, of that allow me. Forever, I am bound to this spot, And in the end, my withered trunk. will serve, as my own burial plot." Linda Terrell
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
The Strength Of A Tree
One loudly dying tree, cries to me, "I too yearn to be free, But my roots will not, of that allow me. Forever, I am bound to this spot, And in the end, my withered trunk. will serve, as my own burial plot." Linda Terrell
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 11:33 AM UTC
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