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Human Fratility And Futility.

I walk to the forest green,
Meet the trees,
Discuss the day at hand,
Not tomorrow
For tomorrow is a new day,
Unknown to me is what it brings

The sun, burns I,
But the trees do not wince,
They do not feel the heat,
Or if they do, they dare not show it,
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