One can
Sap Plenty
From an old
Sycamore
That children call
Haven
Amidst the
Storm
An Oak which stands
Forevermore
In a lucid ephemeral
dream.
One can
Sap Plenty
From an old
Sycamore
That children call
Haven
Amidst the
Storm
An Oak which stands
Forevermore
In a lucid ephemeral
dream.
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