Imagine a memory flying from a poet tree:

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Edgar Allen Poe’s tree house
Elephant here. Hides from mouse.
Poet tree. Dumbo and me.
Dumbo’s accent? Maybe Scouse?

Whither tree that withers here.
Dumbo and I both drink a beer.
Withering heights. Tree feels weak.
Deja vu? Destiny peak?

Dumbo never does forget.
I do. And I always sweat.
Dumbo flies beyond the skies.
I’m forever in his debt.

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