Behold the palm tree,
Swinging all her ten branches,
A little bit to the left,
Sometimes to the far right,
Bringing forth her fruits in season.
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Birds have a refuge,
Their nests are on her branches,
Passersby sit underneath,
For shade and reprieve,
Scorching heat of the summer sun.
(by ABBYMAN)
Swinging all her ten branches,
A little bit to the left,
Sometimes to the far right,
Bringing forth her fruits in season.
********
Birds have a refuge,
Their nests are on her branches,
Passersby sit underneath,
For shade and reprieve,
Scorching heat of the summer sun.
(by ABBYMAN)
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