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Tree grows tall on a wooded bank Winds blow hard from the ocean’s depths. Ages pass and the tall tree falls Caught by the current swept by the tide. Water rolls where the warm wind whistled Fish in the branches where songbirds perched. What was warm bark grub-riddled Noisy…
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