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  • Crooked Tree

    Posted on February 4th, 2023 cwmoore No comments

    The crooked trees were left there
    After all the work was done
    Now they go for weeks
    And never witness anyone
    No one left to tell them if they’re
    Growing right or wrong
    But the whispering wind

    Oh can’t you see?
    A crooked tree won’t fit into the mill machine
    They’re left to grow wild and free
    I’d rather be a crooked tree

    Molly Tuttle song

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