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Problems On a Tree

If problems were like twigs on a tree A gust of wind blowing them in the breeze They would fall to the ground one by one Family and friends would help and gather around But that is not how it happens as life surrounds Sometimes the twigs just keep falling down Family and friends start to leave And you are left with one big heap Heavy on your shoulders they do weigh More falling day by day Realizing it is just too much to bear Frankly, feeling this is quite unfair So, deciding you cannot solve them all Put those in a pile and call U-Haul. ©Holly P. Moore February 2013 (U-Haul provides trailers and different size trucks for hauling various items)

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Date: 2/16/2013 2:31:00 AM
Holly congratulations on your featured poem of the week...David
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Date: 2/15/2013 11:56:00 PM
hahaha, this is SO true, I have a few friends and my sisters whom I believe have grown so sick and tired of me talking of my sore shoulder and other things, and my hubbie always losing his jobs and now looking again for work!! WHere is the UHAUL guy I need him desperately.
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Date: 2/15/2013 8:50:00 PM
A very deep and sad thought... thank you for sharing Holly, xox~pd
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Date: 2/15/2013 12:26:00 PM
Holly love the metaphors in this, excellent, have a peaceful weekend....David
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