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Ivy
Every day i sit under a tree
Up on the hill is where the tree lives
UP on the hill under the tree is where no one can see me
So i sit so still while my soul dances like the leaves
As the tree gets taller so do I
I never get lonely with me and my tree up on the hill where no one can see me
So i was suprised the next day when i found something odd
I looked at the oppisite side of the tree to see a boy with blue eyes staring at me.
Violate
Every day i sit under a tree
Up on a hill is where the tree lives
Up on the tree where no one can see me is where my parents met
I look to my left and see something odd
Another tree is starting to grow
- by tygercat222 |
- Fiction
- | Submitted on 04/27/2010 |
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- Title: Under the tree
- Artist: tygercat222
- Description: short story
- Date: 04/27/2010
- Tags: under tree
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