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I Know I Was Weeping Like A Willow Tree.Yes, I know I was weeping like a willow tree, But as strong as that tree's roots go… It will bend, but never break, And I am one who will know! For I am a tree of strength and stature, No matter what happens from here on in… And I am strong and proud and true! I will bend, not break and always, always win! Like the big old weeping willow, There I am each day and night… Staying firm and focused, With defeat so out of sight! This willow did weep its last tears, And now she's as tall as tall can be! Ever focused, ever strong… That big old willow tree – that's me! I am not one to be broken, For I bend and sway in the gale, I am the bough that never snaps, But more, I will always prevail! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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