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A Trees Charity

I wandered lonely,
I wondered aloud,
I could not see,
The creeping cloud.

It edged its way slowly towards me,
In chasing me it had no doubt,
Till captured by a diligent tree,
I let out an almighty shout.

You see the greatness of this tree,
How the cloud it caught,
No payment does it expect from me,
A penny I pay him naught.

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