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Jacaranda
Alive are the branches soaring the sky
Flowers are purple smelling to pride
Green and soft leaves allowing the tree
To breathe the excitement of being just
Free
Summer arrives and so does the drought
Oh the poor bloomer with tears it fought
The ages of water, the ages of rain
"No shortage of water may cause enough pain"
The Forrest did say
Branches brown, wi...
Wednesday 17th January 2018 5:15 am
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