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Oak Tree

A rain drop falls from an old oak tree--

Breaking the surface of what we know to be.

What we believe is sanity--

Is nothing more than a grain of sand.

What do we stand for--

In a world corrupted & demoralized?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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