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The Woods

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My place is tall
He is peaceful like a winter morning
When I look I see
Plants and sometimes animals
It is silent
He moves with the wind
He must be climbed to reach the top
He is metal
I can feel his cold near morning
When Im there I hear nothing
I wish I can stay there forever
I love to hunt from him
He is a tree stand





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