Poem (‘In the stump of the old tree …’)  27123

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    In the stump of the old tree, where the heart has rotted out,/there is a hole the length of a man's arm, and a dank pool at the/bottom of it where the rain gathers, and the old leaves turn into/lacy skeletons. But do not put your hand down to see, because
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