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By jwb71913 Date: 2003 May 07 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.07.08.12.6150]] |
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There's a suspicious looking bud On the crooked tree I call my life On one of the branches that died Long ago It looks strangely familiar to me Like something I knew once Maybe it's the bud of promise Maybe it's the bud of love Now I have a choice, or two Do I leave it and hope for the best Or do I remove it and carefully examine it Do a biopsy If I remove it now, I could lose The chance to see it grow If I leave it, it might damage The tree I will choose to watch it grow On the dead branch, and see If it fills in the empty area What happens next is up to me |