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Trees Talking

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Whisper, whisper goes the wind, Ruffling though my leaves. I will not let him blow me down, I’ll proudly bend with the breeze! Drip, drip, goes the rain, As it falls right through my branches! I quietly let it slide right down my trunk, And run into the ditches.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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