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The Ancient Tree
A thousand years or more it’s lived so they say, at least
Centuries before it became guardian for the deceased
These ancient builders of the church all knew
The magical and deadly power of the yew
Locked deep inside the secret of immortality
Pure poison within the yew, result fatality
Sitting in quiet contemplation, “tell me fine tree
A thousand years lived, what did you ...
Wednesday 8th April 2020 7:57 am
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