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They Cut the Trees Down
Whoa
they cut down the trees
outside of my window
and now the days don't glow overhead
no
its all overcast grays
in their stead
broken bridges lying flat
like dead snakes
And no hope grows
they cut down the trees
outside of my window
and now the days don't glow overhead
no
its all overcast grays
in their stead
broken bridges lying flat
like dead snakes
And no hope grows
Published 10th Nov 2023
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Hi. So I see this from my point of view the view that I see cries …
I hate when our trees become a show piece and suffer a long dry death . Never mind the blow from the initial cut of death. Deep piece.
Zazz
I hate when our trees become a show piece and suffer a long dry death . Never mind the blow from the initial cut of death. Deep piece.
Zazz
