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As I sit under
My Tree
pondering my thoughts,
I Smile.
My Tree doesn't care
how bad my shoes look
Or whether I'm
having a bad hair day.
My Tree won't judge me
By what I believe
Or if I'm not the way
others think I should be.
My Tree only cares
if I'm there to
visit It every once
in a while.
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