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| A Tree |
And now I miss it every day.
All the day, all through the night,
I keep thinking about its plight.
It was a giant of a tree,
With broad and glossy dark green leaves,
A friend it was to all of us,
We liked and loved it very much
A squirrel used to live on that tree
And kept jumping about in glee.
And there lived a very noisy crow,
Which was a nuisance, I know.
One fine day as dawn broke,
Hearing a buzz, up I woke
When I rushed out in alarm,
My friend, the tree, had been cut down.
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| A Tree |
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| A Tree |


