Willow
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Rebecca Navarre
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The willows branches are
strong, yet they weep. But deep,
in their branches, secrets they
keep. A black bird whispers here,
and a humming bird whispers there.
And the squirrels are always, , ,
chattering, and scrambling every where.
In the distance a bull frog gronks, and
crickets, chirp replies. As the willow
listens, all he can do, is simply sigh.
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