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How I love the rough texture
of the dried bark
that hides the flow
of the juices of life!
Tried I have
to not hide
the rough and tumble
of life that goes
through my veins!
It goes on and on
leaving behind
all that dried and died
and that's what I love,,
Living is so fresh
here, there, inside
and outside.
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