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I Live Under a Tree With Roots in the Sky

I carve and cut my quarters from a cork tree Intermittently pausing to assess my progress Young yet yellowing Yggdrasil on the Yangtze Getting grander but perishing in the process Good God gaze at this gape and give a guarantee Don't let me regress, digress, transgress, or obsess 4-17-2020

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