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TREE BLANKET
 
through the depth dark dirt I shall grow,
through the weeds were people stroll,
stretch out my boughs reach the sun.
I be glory one,
I shade you wen sun is strong ,
keep you warm on winters cold.
so cover me blanket you keep me safe,
wrapped around me were I rest.

WRITTEN BY JANET MCGLONE

By janetmcglone

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