I wish more years to your bark,
many rings
Like golden girdles around your
stomach.
Actually my rings went long ago,
now
Only a hard crust, a home to the
wood-pecker.
I wish more years to your bark,
many rings
Like golden girdles around your
stomach.
Actually my rings went long ago,
now
Only a hard crust, a home to the
wood-pecker.
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