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Sacred Tree

Sacred lemon tree

Sit in the ground,
Always earth bound
Never make a sound
Dug in a dirt mound

Making pucker fruit
Under lovely suit
Damn those who loot.

Stinky old bushes
Or ugly dishes
Is the lemonade mashes
Looking at a duchess

Dirty or not
Into forest’s sought
Rinse water drought
Then a lemon tree’s bought.

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