Odes to trees

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Odes to our trees
for all I thee
pouring oxigen to help me live
rinsing down my lungs
for populition gas squeezing them tied or hunged
thier trees raise thei branches
like gaint arms with raks
scatching bactira off the breezes
helping me to breath
Ihail them
because their tall
and give me all
I ode them because they're green
becuase they give me gread
making paper into books for me to read
like a head full of leaves
float down the air
but tall and green
and for all they give me is air to breath





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