Straight-striving, a white
............. oak sapling bends
.................. (it pretends) willingly
..................... to the lapping of grey-
......................... hound gusts. It knows
............................... the musts of a thin-
................................ skin (if and when,
................. it can endure) will loosen
........... some with thickening. Then,
........ well, the strength comes
....,. to laugh at always
in the passing wind.
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Bending. Pretending to do so willingly. Am I am sapling or a brittle and aged oak. I can no longer tell. Just kind of waiting to break...in a strong wind, or keep on playing Gumbi in the breeze.
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