Tree
...i'm cold maybe by stretching i can recieve affection from the sun look out here i
come still feeling weak i might be able to catch something to eat now full i find
myself wet asking the sun for a pet to dry my eyes so i can see my children laying at
my side watching them grow old is really fun when i'm only a tree that seeded them
free..
Copyright © Eddie Dean | Year Posted 2011
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