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There are cherry trees over the fence,
Large old trees, a child's paradise. Long easy limbs to climb, Beautiful flowers, petals to collect. When Summer comes the fruit is sweet, The stones to plant to make an orchard. More and more trees,they grow so fast. Holding my joy in memories past. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only **
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