The lumberjack
Here I am in the forest,
cutting down trees.
Imagining every tree is a problem or a scary thought
Solving them with every call of `timber`
The only question remains is,
Are there enough trees before I am `healed`
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Summer Tea: | Dinsdag, juli 20, 2004 10:50 |
| Mooi! Graag gelezen! liefs , |
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| de niftert: | Dinsdag, juli 20, 2004 07:43 |
| IIIIII'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, sleep all night and I work all day... | |
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| Auteur: SemperFi | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: benji | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 19 juli 2004 | ||
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