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Poem: Pine Tree 

Pine Tree

This pine tree does not end
At the tips of its needles.
Its shade soothes feverish grass.
Its seeds feed a squirrel
And a family of grosbeaks.
Its progeny can be found
As far as the next ridge.
Its sap sticks to my fingers
And binds these words together.

  • A poem by Yana Kane.

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