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Sunday, November 02, 2014
Poem: Tendrils
By Jack Brummet
When a tree is chopped down
Volunteer shoots sprout
From the roots,
Sending out tendrils of life
In an urgent last gasp
— A genetic S.O.S.—
Like what they say
Happens
When you hang a man.
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