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A mind with hands
Sweeping the floor
Dust panned thoughts
Of our evermore
A heart for a broom
A tongue for a knot
All our forget me tots
Those childlike whims
Life is the ultimate obstacle course,
Constantly jumping through hoops, growing up,
Countless times our hearts are broken with force,
By the same love on which our soul does sup.
It takes a long time for a tree to die.
Though its trunk be almost severed with the axe.
There was plenty of sap above
Then the leaves began to wither
and fall though it was spring time...