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The trees are being cut down tomorrow

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Under that tree you asked

“What’s love? Am I lovable?”

“Do you love me? Who loves me?”

The leaves of the trees listened

And shook just like a breeze

Had started blowing across the river.

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I threw the stone across the river

And made it skip

Five, six, seven, eight, times

I heard you say behind me

“What you doing?”

“Watch” I said

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And threw a stone

Five, six, seven, eight, nine, times

I watched the thin flat stone skip

And heard you ask

“Can I do that?”

I said “Of course”

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I picked up the next stone

And went to throw

When I heard you ask “How?”

Tomorrow they will cut

All the trees down

All the trees that listened

To your stories