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The Apple Tree
Chir, Age 13, Milliken, CO

The Apple Tree standing up high
Like a king on his throne.
His crown of apples
Dance in the wind for all to see.
As he grows old, he plants a seed
For all to see his little prince.
When fall comes and takes his apples,
He plans to make a new one next spring.
When winter comes and leaves him poor,
His crown stolen.
When spring arrives he gets a new crown,
More beautiful than last.
When summer comes, his son is blossoming,
Making a crown so bright and beautiful
His little prince is growing and becoming taller
To look like his father so noble and proud.

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