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Growing

Growing
There was a fine house In a story I once knew Built strong on the ground ’Til beneath a pine grew
It started out small Just a wee sapling sprout It wound round the side Just the tip peeking out
And while it grew It made not a sound As it lifted the house Right off the ground
No treehouse like this Had ever been seen A grand home in the branches Of an evergreen
And the occupants remained Quite content you see Growing themselves Their own family tree

Words: ©2020LCR Image: ©Christian Lalonde

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