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May 21, 2018
By Thomasa BRONZE, PARK RIDGE , Illinois
Thomasa BRONZE, PARK RIDGE , Illinois
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Oh Me!
The burden of the vines growing in the rot,
With the roots with the vines,
And all the soules of the leaves
Leaving the sky like a drop of rain leaving home.
We are the growth of the tree.
All the years of 12 become sight of sores to see.
The tree speaks as it moves,
While its dancing in the rain
Making the leaves love its homes.


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