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The tree
Contributed by
jl1989
on
Thursday, 25th September 2008 @ 07:24:25 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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There was a man who once planted a tree Young he was, inexperienced like a candle unlit Careful but blind he rests his life on the tree Alas, along came a machine that shredded it
He cried tears falling like the rain Regaining control, he goes to the garden He took his time, planted again Alas, along came a machine that shredded it
Countless trees he planted Each one never bore fruit For the machine was relentless
Old and tired, time taken its toll He stands in the graveyard o f trees A new tree in his hand One last time He hears the sound, a breeze
Copyright ©
jl1989
... [
2008-09-25 19:24:25] (Date/Time posted on
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