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July 12, 2009
By Anonymous

I was the yelling, screaming,
Coffee mug throwing losers
And the bickering and
Constant arguments between spouses.
I was the tears and sorrows
Given to the lost but unforgotten
As well as the anxiety bred monthly.
I was the squeaky floor boards
In a place no one wanted to live.

I am none of this now—
Just the strength of the king maple.


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