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Weeping Spruce
Inspired by a tree that I often encounter. |
| Yon weeping spruce so brave and so strong relic of designs long past. Your friends they are gone long shredded to dust. What luck! that this old man still stands. Blue rugged needles adorn haggard trunk. Many branches long dead dry and brown. Like sparrow and wren I shall miss you old friend when next they lay waste to this ground. |