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It is the rough and the rugged
the curvy but not the crooked
that I love to handle.
The textured touch
the crusty bark
the elegant twist
and the soft spread
- isn't that what life
is.
To caress the trunk
is to meditate
on life
unmindful of
the snakes
in the grass.
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