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Sitting beneath
the poet tree
In protected shades,
With falling leaves
Surrounding me.
Etched in its wood
The words of many former
Amorous hearts;
The mind's own sorrow;
Legend's battles;
Men's tall tales . . .
And many former
Have tried to climb
The poet tree
And have fallen asleep
In its fallen leaves;
Dreaming, consumed in slumber.
And those who no longer
Can stand the heat
Might also lay beneath
The poet tree.
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