Good by tree

Sunrise

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Good by tree
How I love thee
The years you have seen
The pain you have endured.
From the wind and Ice
You were so nice.
You gave us air with out a care.
You covered our head.
And gave the squirrel's a bed.
With all that was said
Now it is time to let you go.
I will miss you so.


By Grammy E in Missouri




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Now for something funny.
I took my glasses on the toad trip with me to visit family in Tennessee.
I meant road. LOL

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We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing. - George Bernard Shaw