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Olive Tree


Wow...this olive tree set me free. By doing something so simple yet powerful; Getting and on my knees or simply standing and stretching my arms up high, I send my praise and requests This olive tree keeps me well oiled, day and night, day night, without it I'll run dry. How could I go with out my lovely olive tree? I am no longer bound, but I am free.
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