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| You are the Mighty Oak You are the mighty Oak tree with your roots growing ever more firmly into the strength of the sod below you. Never changing.. never moving. A strong and silent oak I am the seasons. Everchanging.. always moving.. I give my all.. but briefly. and then its time to move on my shining moment gone.. I leave you and you stand there in my absence.. neither swaying or bending just silent and alone but perhaps... remembering. |
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