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Dear General Sherman…

 

Strong, tall
Straight as an arrow,
The higher you get
The more my love grows
Silent, so petite…
I revel when I hide
In your shadow,
At your feet…
My soft hearted
El Capitan,
Giant silhouette
In the dying sunset…
Let me run
My singing fingers
Along your ageless
Trunk,
Dear General Sherman.

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