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The Plum Tree

A poem

The plum tree drooped
I watched with cautious eyes
As it fell apart
The disease spread slowly
And the petals did not fall
At first
But they would

As every petal, pink as cheeks
Ceased to be
Something died inside
Bit by bit, day by day
Until all was…

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