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The Willow's TreeWhen I found the path to the Willows tree;
I visited it many a time.
My feet would shovel the old dirt
and itd settle to the ground.
But that old Willows tree
seemed lonely standing in debris
with thorns and ivy around.
So I weeded the hurt,
the sorrow, the grime,
and planted the dreams of those who needed me.
.Blocks.Life is said to be a set of blocks
built the way it should be.
There is only one way to build it
but that isnt fine with me.
I see the finer details in life
but they tell me that theyre untrue.
That my blocks have been set sideways;
that my life is black and blue.
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