Cotton Wood
A cotton wood stands in the dessert alone were few people still did roam their was by it a humble home it was not made of cynder or stone but just logs it was made this humble home.
Our great Pine
A giant fell it was a hundred or more on an arch people loved to tour it had many rings a hundred or more but our great giant fell to the great brown floor.
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