Up It Dries Then Withers and Dies
Up It Dries Then Withers and Dies
What we always do have to realize,
Is if and when we forget to fertilize,
Branches won't swish,
And suffering anguish;
Up tree dries and eventually it dies.
Jim Horn
Seems like sad state of affairs that
we are in sometimes. What would we
do with letters from famous people
together with dossiers.
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