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When we first moved in
The landowner said that
The old crabapple tree in
The yard hasn't yielded
       For many a year.

The executioner was going
To end its life, but we
Convinced him to grant a
Stay of execution regarding
The beheading so we could
Make a valiant attempt at
Rehabilitating the desolate
                Old soul.

Because of that last minute
Reprieve, that desolate old
Soul has been rehabilitated;
Baring fruit for many a year
For us to eat and share with
                 Others.
Copyright ©2025
Daniel Tucker

Allowing room for a new lease on life, even if it seems unlikely.

Another poem from the living of my life.

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