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The lone tree that is purple

and not green is speaking

with his friends.  He tells

jokes and no one laughs.  There is an

orange tree giggling in the

corner.  The both of them

are chopped down and brought

to a discotheque for Christmas time.

The wacky dancers who do their

wacky moves and snort their

wacky drugs see the trees

and ask each other if it

is real.  The trees, in arbourous unison

whisper that everything is real.

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