April 1, 2011
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Look at me tower over you all,
people brush past my limbs as they glide down the mountain. 
I’ve taken a few hard hits as skiers lose control,
a couple broken branches but thats all.
Nothing will bring me down,
no wind no storm,
my roots grow deep and wide,
theres more to me that you can’t see.
Look at my shadow stretch me tall,
wouldn’t I be the best christmas tree of them all?

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