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Nothing But a Tree
By Helen
Bare, bony skeletons
Blow in the wind
Scraping the windows
Making young children scream
But this is no malicious monster
Although it seems
As if there are slimy tentacles
Blowing in the breeze
This is no ghastly ghost
Flying out to get you
Do not be a silly Sally
It is nothing but a tree
