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The Tree
Once this fine tree graced a forest.
Natures noble green giant.
Birds nested and played amongst the leaves.
Searched for insects in the tough brown bark of the tree
Safe and secure in its green canopy.
Whilst berries and nuts in abundance during summer
Sustained many, through the harsh cold of the dark winter months.
Squirrels lived aloft, high above the...
Monday 8th February 2010 10:32 pm
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