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Hang on!
Why ?
Don’t say a word!
It’s too late.
Sssssshhhh !
What’s going on ?
I need to get this down before
i forget.
Ok. Mum’s the word.
The tree that holds no leaves, yet holds..
I’ll hold my tongue.
The first, of three that
weep.
Memameme
The third of three that stand
alone.
That’s a lot of trees.
The tree that drinks.
Another?
And the rocks that wait.
Where are we ?
Here.(Editorial note T)
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2 comments:
In Willow Tree Lane?
OLr perhaps you are... beside the lake, beneath the trees, fluttering and dancing in Belize?
Mamememe? How I luv yer, how I love yer, my dear ol' ma..? Maybe?
All of the (skies) above
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