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I think That I Shall Never See A Tree. .
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Poetic wood ()

Mark Mandell - Gone Round In New Jersey
opp's wrong poet.

I live amongst 100'+ oaks,
towering American Beeches,
proud poplars spreading their leaves to the sun.
We cry a little when they fall.
At the funeral,
We plant their offspring.
They do give us warmth.

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