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I'm scribbling again. MAPLE TREE You see I am a maple tree, Others stand taller than me But they don’t change water to sap, I’m the one getting a bad rap. They come with their drills, That gives me no thrill. They put holes in my side Then away they will ride. Others come, attach plastic to me Just because I’m a maple tree. They boil my sap just for you, Make maple syrup is what they do.. ![]() ![]() ~~Image #2120910 Sharing Restricted~~ ~~Image #2164593 Sharing Restricted~~ |