Solid Oak

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A solid oak,

Stands strong, alone

In a field.

The age of the tree,

Nobody knows.

It stands there,

Its strong, skeletal hands

Reaching out to touch his love

You can feel its pain

If you listen you can hear it whimper and groan

Forever determined, to caress his Sun.


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