9/11 A Taxman Claim.. Let the leaves of tired trees, freeze and glaze the eyes they please. Trees full and bust, stand tall we all feel we trust. Finding seeds that fall from tall, listen wise the tree knows all. The roots we feed we never see, water feeds the desert sea. Deep they twist, searching with strength, long they stretch in deep and length. Structures try to replicate, nature tell what is our fate. What we build up must come down, it's a story of insurance claim, and frown.
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