A Giving Tree I'd be, but I'm so unseeded,
I'd rise to occasion, but I'm so unkneaded,
the best of advice, I remain so unheeded,
I wish you'd just let me be there.
A listening ear? Call me Horton, I'll hear you,
I'm gravity, kid, I just want to be near you,
and time is the only thing we need to fear,
you must know that I'll always be here.
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