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The Withe


I am the withe on
The end of the willow
Tethering myself
To the ground

Whispering wind
Is my musical pillow
Where I sway
To the mockingbirds sound

Pass me by
if you feel as such
Tomorrows river
Will follow your dream

My leaves will float
In any old ocean
Yet will yearn
for a familiar stream….

Oh willow

Do not weep for me

For my keeper has me

In the palm of His hand…

By bubby

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