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Sleepy Ent

Tap my bored finger on the desk,
Its dead pine taps me back.
Like wood,
I am immobile.
I rest, unchanging
I slumber.
Soon, I will rise from this slumber.
My cellulose may keep me rigid
But I will walk again.
I’ll move away from this desk.




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