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An Acorns life

 In the land of sundried tomatoes, lives an acorn who wishes to be a tree.

The Acorn is happily growing from its branch, as its time will come, when it can be tree.

As the months progress it swells and grows, it is ripe n ready for its time.

Finally its time came, and it sprung free from its bond to the tree, free to grow further and independent of the tree, free to reach up to its potential.

Hitting the ground it landed softly in a bed of leaves. My time is here, I must show them I can be tree.

When suddenly a squirrel came along and stuffed the acorn into its gob and chowed down on it.

For the Acorn was not to be a tree, the Acorn was to be squirrel shit.




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