As the old tree yawned
its wisdom awoke and said:
Bugs that ate my insides out
flew off in a woodpecker.
I tried to laugh,
but only yawned
because I was too tired.
Life and death circles ’round
coming as it’s going
on wings of irony born. ~ms
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