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with my two hands, I planted apple seeds
in barren ground, all said would bear no fruit.
Undaunted I attended to their needs,
and marveled as the little gems took root.
Through winter's harshness I brought warmth to bear;
providing shelter from the wind and frost.
Each branch set bravely out though unaware
of what was there to find, or what the cost.
But nations do not think in terms of me
or you, they think of them. So off to war,
abandoned to their fate my apple trees.
With hope I left, I wished I'd given more.
When I returned, my trees were still alive
Perhaps together, once again, we'd thrive..
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