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They cut the trees
at the park—
not all of them,
just the ones behind
the baseball field.

Now,
when I drive by,
I can see
all the houses
arching their way
up the hillside.

I don’t think I like that,
seeing all those houses.
I wish
they had kept
the trees.
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