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Along the edge of the cemetery I drive
past bark-peel London plane trees, in their green
military camouflage. They're always friendly,
with wide-splayed open arms.
They want to say something but forget the words,
or realize theirs is a different langua
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from Forever the Last Time
Wolsak & Wynn
2004
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