the neighbours opposite trimmed the tree
pruned, sawed mutilating the stalwart pillar
changed our view too, to let the sun in
glaring briliant blinding sunbeams
the magnificent growth of fifty
spreading branches and shady cool, hovering
wiped off the scene, now there are nude stumps
the lawn naked and bare, cries and whimpers
instead of leaves a mantle of gray dust
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