I started life as a branch,
Growing peacfully on a ranch.
Then comes some guy
With a machine on his eye.
He sprayed me with very cold water.
He said things like "Shoot" and "I aught'er"
Next I hear the sound of a shutter.
Oh the things that man did utter.
I guess he was pleased when he finished,
For the Cannon came off of his head.
Next I saw him run to his computer.
And into it a chip he fed.
Now he sits at his desk with no laments.
That picture has millions of compliments.
How says I can it be.
Grass does not grow from a tree.
MOTO
Photo by Soeradjoen - click on picture to see his flickr web site
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