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They cut down the apple tree and left the porch naked. Not the object of your desires naked, But, old, with flaps and folds naked.
Were his angular bones draped over those steps, Willing to listen to us boys trying on new voices? Boisterous after the fields were hayed and happy with life, Would we note the passing of a tree?