How long have you stood in the park?
How many people have picnicked at your roots?
How many naps have you shaded?
How many leaves and acorns have you had to say good-bye to?
How many people have carved hearts that read KB+CM into your trunk?
How many games have you watched being played in the park?
How many fights?
How many hateful names?
How many tears?
How munch anger and regret and sadness?
What have your wise old eyes seen?
How much love?
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