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From A Tree

From a great tree is where I was born.
I knew in my roots id be useful.
So when I was cut down and reshaped.
I became what I always thought id be.
For a whole country I was a tool.
And then came metal.
From the West.
Some took me out of their lives.
While others called my replace a savage.
But I know in my roots.

Which is a decade of work.
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Thursday, January 19, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: fun
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