All the poems I had in my mind this morning, I forgot.

The man

has a tree

coming from his head.

These trees are true,

have not been pruned, nor

seen shears.  Man is all around, yetImage

these trees are as wild as a grizzly, wild as a blue jay.

This place would surprise you.

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