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ropy oak tree poetry  (  s o m e  r o p y  v e r s e  )

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ropy oak tree poetry

the stuff all's heard before

its leaves are just like similes

its acorns - metaphors


in some ways we're all oak trees

with those seasons we grow

yeah then there's roots - of course green shoots

plus stormy winds can blow


ropy oak tree poetry

i'm strangely drawn to you

magnetically with extra weird

oh what else can i do?


but pen a little plod to thee

a piddle on me pad

it's ropy oak tree poetry

then somehow i feel glad

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