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The William Penn Oak Tree
by Cathy Block

300 years have come and gone
But one thing has not passed on
The oak tree
The William Penn Oak tree
Still looks at me
Standing strong, standing tall
Branches stretched so far
Winter, spring, summer, fall
Underneath the stars

The oak tree
We dance around the oak tree
Like the children did before me
And when I am big and grown
There will be others
To dance on

I'll never forget my days under the oak tree
a favorite spot for friends and me
We could climb, we could hide
We could be peaceful inside
All good things under the oak tree

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