Your dad recalls,
when he was young,
the poplar was tall as he.
Late one night,
as you and I slept,
a great limb wrecked the porch.
Somebody should tell him,
he could get a new son-in-law.
But I won't.
Haven't seen that tree,
in years and years.
The man has a right to know.
Not my place,
to tell him you,
you no longer love me.
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