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Denuded trees Denuded Trees Seems like yesterday when I stood grass under foot in my yard berating those damn trees for throwing their leaves all about like children And now I'm looking forward to my weekly visit from that old rake next door. Waiting for those cookies to warm my winded skeleton. The skin on my hands has wrinkled and shattered my youth with one strong blow of the wind outside, causing the trees to dance and do their striptease once again. |
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