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I have two pear trees
They are beautiful tress that grow in my garden And every year they give the most gorgeous fruit Has to be tasted to be believed. I have two pear trees. I have to pare trees. All my trees get nasty growths on their bark Which I remove with a special, silver paring knife Given to me by my grandmother. I have to pare trees I have to pair trees. If I am walking in the park and I see a tree I can’t rest until I have found another just like it. It’s tree-twin. I have to pair trees I have two pear trees… But then, you already know that. I'm not at all sure about the last line. Suggestions?
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