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wizened wisdom

I could sit for hours chatting with
the trees about how the stars 
once ruled all things.
 
I would take out my pocket knife
and carve my name into the 
wizened old bark,
 
so the stars will know my name
and their wisdom will burgeon from
the trees and glint from the sky.

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