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Lemon Tree Very Pretty

Lemon tree very pretty it was a summer night many years ago woke, thought I heard the whimpering of a baby, thought it was a dream, Woke up again my wife was not there by my side but in the garden where she had made a hole under a lemon tree She put what looked like a shoebox in the hole filled it in and placed stones on top of her buried secret. Next day she didn`t get up stayed in bed for days and I looked after her but said nothing. When she got up she looked slimmer and took up jogging to stay slim. The lemon tree grew too I got a man to chop it down but left its root, she got upset loved this tree and when unseen wept. I used to long for her to tell me her secret, but not now with the tree gone I do not care to know.

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