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The Oak Tree

It's peaceful,
out under the old oak tree.
I like to sit there,
And smile.

There, my mind can wander
to the places, where my dreams
have gone to play.

I believe I live there
In the land of my mind,
I like to sit there,
And smile.

And faith, is knowing a future,
where I will not have to dream,
where I can smile,
without the tree;
where all my mind is free.

by Sandra Osborne

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