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The Tree Has Ears
Gripping is it not?
This peculiar life, dreams unsought?
Fearing, and I might be,
Yet you would too, where else may we
Start? Ah, past this line
Where was the end? Oh, do you mind?
May I continue? Onward the pace!
Or rather you I should leave? End this race?
Nay, good sir, being that, I will sit.
I shall take this time to reminisce
On a cold mourning dew, and no mistake!
Twas meant to be there, that dew at eight.
It fell on the ground, and for a time fled
To hide amongst my canvas shoe's thread
But matters not, for the glad time has come
To make one sing, oh goodness no I am not done!
Ah...of little importance...unless you do mind?
Shall I leave? No? Good, thank you sir I am fine.
As I was saying, oh Tall Tree,
You are the only one who will listen to me.
-Mai_Matsuko-
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