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Giant
trees father magnificent building, wonderful musical instruments,
useful fence posts, pencils, boxes, furniture and a host of other
necessary, and useful, things. But, in this desperate moment its
most valuable child was a small wooden sliver call a
toothpick.
When the deed was done, great joy and relief filled my
mouth. My soul was calmed and my tongue let out a great sigh of
genuine relief. They could finally rest!
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