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September 2, 2013
By Anonymous

It started as a seed
To plant in the ground
It had the need
To be big and found.
The bright green leaves
In the summer they grow
The autumn colors deceives
In the winter wind they flow
The great tree grows older
And so do I
Though we seem boulder
Sometimes we cry
We have grown big and strong
Now we shrivel up and die



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