April 3, 2009
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Dragged from a forest,
Where this mighty pine once stood.
Taken to a sawmill
And cut with the rest.
Sawn so it could,
Be used to build a barn.

The lofty roof
This strong wood did hold.
But time has passed
And water has stained it.
The barn has fallen,
But yet this wood remains.

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