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The burning Tree

The burning Tree

Giant of a Hundred, Harm never done, You the Provider, Shading one from the tormenting Sun. Canopy given, When rain begins beating, This your grant, Damage never done.

Injury given, Man’s maltreatment, not only in name. Willingly supporting, you’re ending. For him, it is only a game. Greed his reaching, Future unnamed. Only the moment, Prosperity their fame.

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Written by Dennis Faherty

Years Of Membership

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