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Down By The Broken Tree House

I’ve traveled far and climbed the highest mountains 

But nothing compares with the broken tree house

It’s not much and it’s not a lot

But it’s where I can be just be me

I spend my time in search of a place

Where I can lay my ming to rest

And it is there that I can completely throw my troubles away

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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