How beautiful the pines they sing the majesty of Christmas past. Lovely tunes of greenish melodies they pine. The Roto-dandriums salute,
the weeping willow's waved and her nature chimes with a symphony of praise to the ole man. Aaa Spruce Pine you have touched the skies in an anthem of glory.
Poem by Randall E. Burton
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