Branches shade my window
swinging by will of wind blow
I hear rubbing leaves on rooftop
as well as scratching metal gutter
I should have cut them this summer
but somebody borrowed my ladder
Why doesn't return if not reminded
especially those friendly little loans
maybe you have done this many times
check your backyard; in your garage
there's something in there not yours
recall who owns it and do right thing
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