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A tree is a tree
where e’re it may be.
Leaves, with or without
I have no doubt
that it remains the same
and with identical name.
And with this, if you agree not
I will put you on the spot
asking, “Are you insane?”
for suggesting something so inane.
For if not the same it be
why does it still look like the same tree?
It may be different, ’tis true
than the one that you knew
when you first planted the seed.
But that doesn’t mean it’ll turn into a steed.
Therefore we must reckon it true
that the one who is you
is the same, though different,
as when you were two.
Written by Fr. Moore and dedicated to his son Oliver Thomas
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