February 2012
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Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree that’s old as me Branches were sewn by the color of green Ground had arose and passed its knees By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top I climbed the tree to see the world When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me
January 2012
18 posts