Euthanasia - Poem by Betim Muco
I took down the old oak tree
In my backyard
No more complaints
About fallen leaves and branches
But sometimes when I sit on the stump
Smoking my pipe
I miss the tree
It had become like an ancient grandfather
Who allowed me to perform euthanasia.
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