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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Tree Cutters</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Roadside tress falling to the bottom of the sea, <br>orange moonmen with profiles of edges and plastic<br>buzz like angry bees, so I crouch in<br>the middle of the earth, lost to green</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">under the forest, under moss, behind roots<br>but having small stones thrown into my eyes<br>am unable to look upwards<br>standing ashamed in my fern grave as</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">trucks rumble past, even a massacre of pigs<br>would leave them unconcerned, runed, <br>coloured with the names of strange places, <br>edges of towns alongside sand and gravel</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=447556" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and the radio in my car lights green, <br>fighting to regain sanity, helpless, <br>all meaning filtering down to a pulse, <br>reason is sick this morning, a lost voice.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Leslie+Philibert">Leslie Philibert</a></strong></div>

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