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The Quaking Aspen

I sat in the shade of an aspen tree
    Where the wind and the breezes blow.
Its leaves had a natural tendency
    To incessantly tremble so.
No master of pen since the days of old
    Has envisioned such leaves as these
So tenderly fashioned from Nature's mold
    That they quake in the slightest breeze.