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With The Best of Intentions
by
Sandra Wilson
It was an orphan, you see,
So we took it in.
We loved and cared for it!
So it grew
And grew
It became greedy!
Very demanding!
It had no friends,
Of its own kind.
Still, we loved it, although,
We had no control.
It became aggressive!
We were intimidated!
Neighbours complained!
It was dangerous!
We cut it down!
R.I.P.
Sandra Wilson
2003
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