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Wednesday, 19 December 2018

Nobody wants to buy the last Christmas tree (sniff)







Nobody wants to buy the last Christmas tree (sniff)

I am the last tree in the forecourt;
A week before Christmas-
There weren't many of us anyhow
A recession ten years ago
(That's how long it takes for us to grow)
Meant that less trees were planted.

I wait, feeling like the last child collected from school-
Don't be put off as
I've been rejected
And my grower thinks I'm a write off,
There's life in these needles of mine
Yet.

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