When one sees those trees so far gone In rot that nothing left of them stands Save for one side of the trunk, the holes Shot through with light so they look Like those cutouts one sees at county fairs With oval holes where faces should be So children can be photographed being
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When one sees those trees so far gone In rot that nothing left of them stands Save for one side of the trunk, the holes Shot through with light so they look Like those cutouts one sees at county fairs With oval holes where faces should be So children can be photographed being