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A neighbour views this tree

As the villain of the piece

Guilty of the crime of being

Stood inconvenient

Blocking light

And shedding leaves

Onto a pristine plot

That yaps and smells of dog


“It must be felled”

The neighbour demands

Your duty to dismember and dispose


Months pass and

The remains of its kind

Litter the ground

The tree still stands

Smelling the sawdust

And smiling

Knowing that its final notice

Is down on paper

And when it finally does get the chop

It will take down fences,

Sheds and greenhouses

With its heavy tumbling limbs.

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