I grew a tree in my lounge.
It took root one day
And I didn't stop it.
The branches stretched out in yearning
For the homemade pies
Cooling on the table,
Bending low to inhale the
Scent of cinnamon and spices.
We festooned the tree,
Hung about with a garland of
Popped corn.
The fragrance pervaded the air.
We grew a tree in our lounge.
We kept it.
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