Silver Maple buds are dark,
Reddish, trimmed in white,
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Roll modeling is key for some,
Declaring we are all the same,
Individualism is the natural one,
Being yourself is not a shame;
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You told me your story,
It needs to be sown,
She planted a seed,
It has overgrown,
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Silver maple icicles are forming a new,
The month of March has come too,
Fashioned on branches hanging low,
Over Long Island Channel they will grow,
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An old deer stand ladder haunts the forest,
Waiting for a naturalist to remove it,
Waiting for a hunter to rebuild it,
The deer trails still pass by it,
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An inanimate thing,
Man side steps blame,
Man's innate shame,
For sinister deeds,
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Beware of haters,
They hate because they care,
They tend to group,
They need to share;
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There is a dance growing on the forest floor,
A hemlock and yellow birch entangled ever-more,
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