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by Tracey Allen |
I was always here,
I watched your forefathers
Fish, hunt, farm.
I never bothered them.
They never caused me harm.
But now streets must be paved.
Buildings made.
My life's juices no longer flow.
For they have cut me down.
Why?
I'll never know.
©1999 TG Magazine/Le Magazine TG
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