A peach upon a tree
by Daniel Chapman
Wednesday, May 29, 2002
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I see a world,
A peach upon a tree,
Spinning in the wind,
As perfect as can be.
I see a race,
Parasite upon a peach,
Eaten and rotting,
Tries to keep its pace.
I see a tree,
A parasite has spread,
From the tree a peach
Does fall, rotten and dead.
I see a leaf,
The parasite has bled,
Torn apart perfections heart,
And every leaf was shed.
I see a world,
A peach upon a tree,
Spinning in the wind,
As perfect as can be...
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