I can smell the tree
In the pencil I hold...
I wonder
What hillside or glade
Welcomed its roots,
Until it was cut,
Felled before it got old,
Cancelling its shade...
It offered
No screams or fighting,
Thereafter sawed, planed, and made
Into a Mitsubishi 9800 * B *,
Tool for General Writing.
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