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Tuesday, July 24, 2007, 5:05 PM

It's funny.
How people can just forget.
and somehow, everything just turns cold.
(:

The fate of an elm tree in a cold hard winter.
Though survived, the end will be bitter.
Gone forever, the life-giving glitter.
But it's spirit. You can never hinder.

Out open field, he observes from afar.
Infectable minds, all left ajar.
Too far to reach, he can't cross the bar.
The dark forces; he was never on par.

Years go by, he grows strangely weak.
As he strives on and grows to his peak.
Although tall, he was never so big.
It's all too tiring; he's beat.

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