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| Sentiment To A Snowshoe by � coondogk9 A flower lost its bloom one day, fallen from its branches. Years past the aged bush huddled round the rest in fear. Many moons a past regale, Now his deed a fiendish act. He could not lose her captivation, her heart held close, protected. The siblings spirit nourished, toward home her father pointed. A council of his peers respite, held awe and recognition. Tree, the father of the bush whose blooms were now together. The ivy intertwined the bloom, now the garden was complete. Thanx Wajo,.....Tommy |