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Neem

Funny, each time I see neem
I feel like blood gaining Haem.

Worthy like dimes costly balm;
Like shark in floods writing poems.

They are poisons full to brim;
Leave’s free, rare cord making brain.

So fine they seem evergreen
Their trees in cloud gathers rain.


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