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A Vine | ||
| If I were a tender vine, Round the fence posts I would twine, Always seeking to expand To a new and distant land. I would stretch my buds to see Everything that's come to be. I would never limits know As I seek to daily grow. I am like a vine of sorts, For I need some firm supports, Stretching ever to the sun Till my work on earth is done. | ||
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