The sign said, “Place your trees right here!”
And
in a little while
A
bunch of Christmas trees was tossed,
Quite
neatly, in a pile.
I
also saw a wreath or two,
Complete
with bright red bows,
Surprising
me for they looked fresh,
Not
ready to dispose.
I
guess when Christmas passes
All
those evergreens must go
Before
the needles scatter
On
the carpets down below.
They
still impart a lovely scent,
Into
the air, of pine.
Perhaps
it lingers still in some
Apartments,
but not mine.
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