Poetry
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A Poem from My Friend Rachel
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Two olive trees sprung up by the sea,At first slender and satin skinned, then tufted and heavy with fruit.They dropped their olives like beads in a ring,And children came to collect them.And to sit underneath the boughs with a book or a song,Sucking the green jewels and tossing the pits over their shoulders onto the…