When I sit still like a tree

davidsmith208
May 18, 2018
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Poem:

When I sit still like a tree I find there is a plump apple Hanging just before me So I’m able to harvest it and eat for free This can be done frequently If one likes to sit quietly DS Poem May 18, 2018

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