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love de un trunko

As I began my life so did it,as a plant really weak n pretty, as time went by it grow strong n hard not the straightes but still it grow, from flowers n leaves, fruits n trash, Keeping it clean n clear out of harms way I even read to it n talked how many day went. I felt it , like a bond was created the more I cared for it,the more fruits n prettier it got a strong pretty, Smell came from it,so good tht u wonder how it made tht smell, but there comes times when money is tight n not enough , tht smell stopped like it know wht was to happen, flowers so little n less glow, fruits much less n with no taste. We moved houses. Years past by still had it in my mind, everyday I wondered wht happend to it, finally got the courage n past by the house, no house Only works,they were deciding who was to bring the tree down, to my surprise it grow tall really tall, I talked it out n asked to bring it down if anyone was to do it, it was to be me, It took me three days to get it to a stump, "ok well take it frm here well chip it n move on", "CAN u do me a favor?, dig it out with ur machine n load it in my truck?, I want to take it." So they did, I have rented a truck n not wrkd for three Days,with lots of soil in a bag, i was taking it back with me to plant in my new house,as i finished planting it, the smell return.

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Date: 10/30/2010 11:51:00 AM
Excellent transition through the years, loved the tree's smell returning even after having to remove it; I remember the maple in our front yard well :) Sheri
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