Approaching the park, I smelled a smell;
My senses knew it rang a bell.
A whiff said pine, a Christmas scent
But Christmas came and Christmas went.
And then I saw a giant pile,
A pile of mulch, which made me smile,
For every single chopped-up tree,
I’m certain, had a pedigree
And decorated someone’s room
With ornaments and tart perfume
And gifts beneath the...
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