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| The Woods |
| Above me, the wind whispers through the trees. I hear the sounds of the birds, in their nests above me. The robins, bluejays, and others all sing out for my ears alone. The squirrels chatter back and forth Like women haggling in the market. |
| The woods do not Frighten me, As they do The other children. Because I know That all the creatures Of these woods Mean no harm to me. My mother promises me that One day I will see the beauty of the woods with her. |
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