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time passes
wind thrashes
rains feed they pound
winter storms nestle in every crevice
lightening attacks with a mighty whack
freezing ice expands in every crack
critters burrow
they thrive within
sun feeds as well it ages
this old tree
still it is home to many
many become a feast to others
time passes
wind thrashes
rains feed they pound
winter storms nestle in every crevice
lightening attacks with a mighty whack
freezing ice expands in every crack
critters burrow
they thrive within
sun feeds as well it ages
this old tree
still it is home to many
many become a feast to others
time passes
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