The Tree...
If you’re ever feeling low…
Like you’ve no place to go…
You know where I will be…
I will be in the tree…
Like you’ve no place to go…
You know where I will be…
I will be in the tree…
The Tree...
Poetry is what is lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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"On Bended Knee" | 0 | 03/26/2009 |
Lori's Limerick | 1 | 03/22/2009 |
The Tree... | 0 | 03/16/2009 |
Blue Moon... | 1 | 03/13/2009 |
Natural High... | 0 | 03/13/2009 |
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