some times i dream of a tree
and the tree is my life
one branch is the man i shall marry
and the leaves my children
another branch is my future as a writer
and each leaf is a poem
another branch is a glittering academic carrear
but as i sit there and trying to choose
the leaves began to turn brown
and blow away
until the tree is absolutely bare
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