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One day:
  Abele woke up
      from its great
           green
              tree dream: 
       rubbed the white palms
              on its leaves:
  grabbed the forest ranger by the neck
          and slapped the lumberjacks on the backs.
Since then:
  it has been at peace
        and can devote itself undisturbed
             to perfecting its pronunciation
         emphasizing the distinctive:
               wind-echoing: "sh".