A Poem-Shaped Tree

                                                                         now
                                                                    here's the
                                                              thing, the issue,
                                                      the real conundrum that
                                                                        comes
                                                             of writing a poem
                                                      in the shape of a tree, for
                                                 you see, a tree grows from the
                                           bottom upward, which, it so happens
                                                                        is not
                                                       the direction in which
                                               one usually reads.  This goes to
                                       show, I suppose, how (un)eventful is my
                                life; that this issue is worthy of dwelling upon, but
                                                                     whatever.
                                                                      I'm done.
                                                                      Goodbye.

The End

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