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The Trees

The trees now blowing blast wind
Their limbs held down for joy
The boughs are bending half way
as foliage comes to toy

Their bark is moistened that way
as pollen comes to land
And poise now gathered greatly
is stocks come out to gland

That hope has gathered lately;
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