The Blue Tree

She was angry with me,

She made her lover insult me.

She was jealous of what I do,

She complained it seriously, to many of you.

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She kept the madness and fears,

She allowed the wrath to grow.

I showered her blue tree with tolerance and smiles,

And sent forgiveness to her deceitful wiles.

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But the blue tree keeps growing,

Things don't look glory or glowing.

She beholds the harmful tree shine,

I'm glad the tree is NOT mine.

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Then into the garden stole,

When the evening has masked the pole,

I'm pleased to see,

I have outstretched beneath this blue tree.

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