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Useless Things
A child withheld it's branches high
Singing and swinging the old thing
She smiled and glowed, dancing in rye
As the old thing stood still. Nothing.
She bristled and whistled at it
Hoping it would smile at the youth
But she knew it smiled with big teeth
In her mind her dreams are the truth
In the darkness a young old man
What horror in color did burst
Of gray and red and sizzling tan
What horror in color immersed!
The tree stood quiet as she cried
So it stood still against her pain
Only stood still...would it have tried
It only grew so much in rain
