tree house
my tree house is only as great as it is meager i did not plan on it it just worked out that way i never saw my tree house though i believed that it was out there so i started building it inside my head i would love for you to see it though it's not what you might think and i guess that is the way i had hoped for it to be being said that i did not conceive any of it it just came up out of its own when i close my eyes i can see it now that i've grown into it its walls are made out of leaves and within the wind it is wafting me i've come to see my tree house finally but first i had to lose the eyes of my youth to be able to stand back in order to ask some questions without answers for the query without end is the most entertaining and it keeps us yearning on to find out what the tree is one of many all along within
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CuldeSac
What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?
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