The Ungiving Tree
The tree didn't give anything,
not the fruit, not of itself, no
it did not give. But man takes,
and it said do not take of me.
But a house I must build.
But apples I must eat.
And of paper to make.
But not this tree it say.
And I agree and so I
still have my trees,
and I still find these things.
A house to afford.
Apples from a store
and paper too.
Now you see? says the tree.
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