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About This Poem
Three
Willow
and so hangs low the weepy tree
as do its branches and leaves that be
for the willow knows not how to stand
but unlike another - by Gods hand
Tree
oh stand tall and proud this tree
upon the shores of what may be
all else to claim and the sky above
and be the tree - by Gods love
The Almighty
by her hand and love be guided
turn not to those who are derided
seek for not the earth be still
but draw closer to the almightys will
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