Upon The Trees Were Standing Tall

As long the tree would be standing tall, depend on how strong the root can hold and held very tight enough, how'd much of love combine Thee, you can't handle to strike and sliced and diced it down, the heartland to take one simple beat to it, when you try to hit so hard, it willing to be bounced back many of times and severals more, it's not the wicked and snaky tree at first, the beauty of it, it captures on free love over and over once again, as many as twenty and thirty on trees were the strongest, you'll sniff away of Ireland wood, you've given enchanted hugs to heal it eagerly, when you feel like to kiss it, you grew at least about seven and eight inches and feet tall

Written by
Michael James Brindley
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