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A tree or two, deer, and blue.

Took a stroll through the deer park nearby, kind of marking the approach of a new season.
The trees shout the loudest. Some single. Lots old.
A few new. Skinny ones. Gnarled and grumpy ones.
One or two from far away. Three or more in a gang.
And the royal types, aloof, unmoved.
All on a stage, with deer and backdrop of blue.
Jostling clouds pushing and shoving to get to the front.
But the trees win.

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