Beside the swamp there's an old dead pine
Smooth surface suits the goldfinch fine
Through the trunk there is a rusty line
A field will turn into a forest in time
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Beside the tree there is a black plastic chair
Grown together and suspended in air
Two limbs held up by zip ties
To keep the caterpillars out of our eyes
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You and I are a length of twine
We twist the same way along the same line
You and I are an old wind chime
Consensus and collision at the same time
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I'll keep yours if you keep mine
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Salt Sap Sign Send me a message
I'll keep yours if you keep mine
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