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Firewood

chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
edited May 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Double bladed swift swing’s edge
Crash comin’ down
Mighty force the destroyer
Warm soothing brute force
Sweat sawdust eyes sting
Crash comin’ down
for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
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  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    reminds me of the axe i got for christmas when i was 12. soon realized i hadn't been given a new toy, but a new chore. still enjoy chopping wood though, always claim that as my responsibility on camping trips.
  • chadwickchadwick up my ass Posts: 21,157
    Was your wood buried 3ft under the snow for a better part of the winter?
    for poetry through the ceiling. ISBN: 1 4241 8840 7

    "Hear me, my chiefs!
    I am tired; my heart is
    sick and sad. From where
    the sun stands I will fight
    no more forever."
    Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
  • ClutchTheDawnClutchTheDawn Posts: 160
    sure was
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