This giant-sized seed
Holds the memories we need.
Its story echoes down through time
The soil protects its prose and rhyme.
Winds and ravens cast this seed
Far from its birthplace with all due speed
It sends out roots, becoming an oak,
Its secrets kept in the hem of its cloak.
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He grasps his son’s robe as they head on their way.
No strength left within, yet they walk on today.
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de David Grouchko
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