The Trees

October 28, 2013

The tress they bleed

Nobody wants them

chop chop they are gone

I miss the trees

will my kids see the trees

Will they rember

will they know

I won't risk it

I'll watch it grow I wont chop

Anymore

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<p>It was fun, I just like writing poems.</p>