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Plum Tree Freedom
We had a perfect climbing tree
at the house where I grew up
It provided me a resting place
from the monsters who were grown up
I’d climb that tree and find my nest
atop its floating branches --
look out into the sky so vast
and dream of second chances
I’d dream of space,
I’d dream of grace
and dream of far off freedom
that waited, years ahead of me
and wished that I could speed ‘em
up
and out and far away --
then dredge on through another day,
waiting for the time to come
when I could next climb
that graceful plum
And for another moment find
a place where life
was good and kind
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