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If that oak tree falls
Of that oak tree falls, I may soon be dead.
I stared in disbelief at my cousin Zed.
Why do you have this weird feeling of dread?
He shrugged his shoulders, eating mom’s shortbread.
Sometimes Zed gets weird thoughts into his head.
Why can’t he keep them to himself instead?
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Caren Krutsinger
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