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I think today I'll be a tree Standing tall against the breeze Swaying at the fancy of the wind Today a tree is what I am I think tomorrow I'll be a smile Bright white shining like porcelain tile Joy expressed from curled lips Fully flaunted down to the hips

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Hi folks, I'm a software development manager. I've worked with computers most of my life. I write a poem a day about whatever strikes my fancy. I hope they make you smile.