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Once upon a time A man planted two trees Maybe a symbol To a lover, a history lost Maybe just because I bought the house And the trees came with Grown and strong First apart and then adjoined At their base, they were separate By time, they joined Leaning on each other Their strength was together Withering many storms Winds that crashed All too many others And they were the last I owned One day they fell, some fool Brought nails, too early on Pegged a sign, maybe for some yard sale And the nail was planted But they grew around Thought, together Thought they were strong But the trees felt rot It crept right in They had ignored the wedge Guilt and rot set in And, together they fell Their roots, I found Together, tangled and proud I couldn't tell, one from another So close they had grown How broken they ripped The trees were close Almost just as one The greatest trial they faced And that bit of nail Rusted and brown A storm like no other Brought them both down One fell away, another the other Both against even the wind The great storm, just another They broke at the nail Created by another Such a small thing But never recovered
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
Two Trees
Once upon a time A man planted two trees Maybe a symbol To a lover, a history lost Maybe just because I bought the house And the trees came with Grown and strong First apart and then adjoined At their base, they were separate By time, they joined Leaning on each other Their strength was together Withering many storms Winds that crashed All too many others And they were the last I owned One day they fell, some fool Brought nails, too early on Pegged a sign, maybe for some yard sale And the nail was planted But they grew around Thought, together Thought they were strong But the trees felt rot It crept right in They had ignored the wedge Guilt and rot set in And, together they fell Their roots, I found Together, tangled and proud I couldn't tell, one from another So close they had grown How broken they ripped The trees were close Almost just as one The greatest trial they faced And that bit of nail Rusted and brown A storm like no other Brought them both down One fell away, another the other Both against even the wind The great storm, just another They broke at the nail Created by another Such a small thing But never recovered
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC
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