Pruned
Pruned
Cut back
Reduced
Standing here
In the ground
Immovable
Barren and ugly
With sap running down
No choice in the matter
The Gardner came by
Lopping off wild branches
And dead wood
Exposed and cold
And not happy about it
Now just waiting
Have to go about my business
Please pass the peas
Sorry about that sap
Wait for hope to return
With the first sign of spring
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