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Something made me smile as I passed the place today where the beech nuts used to pile and the squirrels used to play and the workman with the frown that is sawn into his face came to take the old tree down and leave a raw and empty place. 'Let her be a wooden tombstone, she was getting out of hand' declared a rubber stamped official but he didn't understand that all her strength was in her roots and her roots were all still there and today I smiled and watched her raise two fingers in the air.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
Green shoots of recovery
Something made me smile as I passed the place today where the beech nuts used to pile and the squirrels used to play and the workman with the frown that is sawn into his face came to take the old tree down and leave a raw and empty place. 'Let her be a wooden tombstone, she was getting out of hand' declared a rubber stamped official but he didn't understand that all her strength was in her roots and her roots were all still there and today I smiled and watched her raise two fingers in the air.
AKA Tree tells mankind to f**k off.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 4:10 PM UTC
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