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Tree

I am a tree
that gives glee.
Always to agree.
Ever to be.
To have and mold
the carpenter's fee,
ever so bold.
Is not this more?
My great core.
This grand lore
no longer a bore.
To rest it's shade
and make a grand floor,
ever so laid.

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