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This Tree
It won't sneeze
Or leave
This tree
It will stay.
Let's birds & butterflies
Nibble and play
No staying inside
This tree
Can't hide
It is
Where it is
Just minding it's own
Self isolated
But never alone
It's at the root
Of Everything
Tuesday 10th March 2020 8:19 pm
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