Poem I wrote:

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The Kind of Tree I Like

The kind of tree I like has seen storms, drought, brutal winters

It has been hit by lightening, scorched, had initials carved into it

And encased rusty barbed wire in the living wood.

The kind of tree I like has gnarled roots laid bare by erosion

And a dead branch that might be dangerous if it fell.

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