Wake up under a tree hundreds of years
Thick, what builds time impetus
No fire to repel
No breeze opens pages
Do some laps, go soak
Compare contrast bodies
Smile mostly or avert
Must be nice rich by the pond
Leaves sink sons sink
Come visit and feed scowls or put pep
In the bonfire stare
Three hundred sixty five times four
Plus another half year
His uncle born during the civil war
Put that in your noggin, sap
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