Six Declarations and a Question

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The doomed cottonwood is leafing out.

I have to call our handyman.

He needs the work and will do it well.

I remember when it was a sapling, bending in spring wind.

It is now too brittle to stay.

Its roots are sprintering our cement.

Why didn’t it flourish somewhere else?

 

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