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The Lone Tree He stands Tall and proud Wind whips around his bare trunk Whistling through brittle holes Blowing insects far away Snow gathers on his bare branches Waiting to hit the ground Only to find it hopeless That it will never fall Only melt To its death The Lone Tree Who stands there Tall and proud |
Thursday, January 6, 2011
The Lone Tree
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