Poetry and, oh, a tree grows!
"P" and "O". Entry: Anne Doe, a dear friend though
We here, hear what we want to here
Were we not where we are
We would be lost in the wood
Where we're going. Here, here!
The Piano at Rhianne O's owes us a song
But like the poet Rhianne O, a tree grows
From seeds planted long ago
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