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That fire, they said, was red as red as redas red as a fox, your lips, a cherry;that fire, they said spread and spread and spread,faster than a cheetah or a nasty rumour;
Forest could keep secretsForest could keep secrets
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
Trees are good at what they do,
at being oak or beech or yew.
I am in a forest;My brothers will never find me here.Over my head is a green umbrella;I feel the earth under my bare feet.