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The Tree of Life

The Boab tree, 

without compare,

protects me.

It hides the sun, 

it soothes my feet, 

it lets me sleep.

How safe I feel

Beneath its trunk,

Of the beautiful,

Wonderful, 

Boab tree.

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  • July 23 – August 31, 1925

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