Come fathers,
and sit aroundst the Giving Tree.
Moan to it softly. Entwine your tongue betwixt it's spindly branches.
Tell it what you want most in the world
and then offer it something in return.
I gave the Giving Tree my heart,
and it gave me an unopened bag.
I opened it.
And there was Hoggle,
all stiff and lifeless.
That's when I knew I was in love
Franklin Delano Roosevelt, An Essay Concerning Eleanor
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