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I hide, in an obvious place

In the most unusual space

Though you think all you see

Is a shriveled up tree

What it is, is really my face


Disguised, like the bark of an oak

I quietly watch, as the folk

Walk by me and glance

Did they see me, by chance?

When I’m hidden, under this cloak


There’s no need to fear my presence

I’m simply the earth, in its essence

I’ll be here awhile

Mystify and beguile

Until, I depart, evanescence




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