Ecc 1:12-14: I, the Teacher, was king over Israel in Jerusalem. I applied my mind to study and to explore by wisdom all that is done under the heavens. What a heavy burden God has laid on mankind! I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.

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This Twisted Old Tree, a poem

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For the blue air
        I contort to the side
    I writhe to the sky
            I grasp with my branches
        I gasp with my leaves

                In a straight up forest
            I'm crooked and mean
                    This twisted old tree
                I've put roots down here
                        Where no one's like me
The twisted old tree

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