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[sid] => 285
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Timber
[time] => 2002-07-13 08:05:53
[hometext] => Its not often that another person's actions really rub me up the wrong way, but sometimes.....
[bodytext] => I have my axe in hand, I will chop down this tree That is blocking my path, Right in front of me. This tree shouldn't be here, It's destined for the chop. I am stronger than I look, I cannot, will not stop Until this tree is felled And removed from my sight. Splinters fly as I swing the axe With all my will and might. This tree, its' roots are strong But I am stronger still. It's already been here way too long, It's ill and wants to kill The fertile earth it was Accidentally planted in. I cannot let this tree live on, That would be a sin. This tree will shatter, Turn to firewood in my hands. Disintegrated, gone forever, I'll be free again to walk these lands. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 152 [topic] => 6 [informant] => outsider [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AngryPoetry )
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