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On the Discovery of the Hated Tree and Another T.V. Dinner (Limerick) by MacFrantic

We all snuck up on him at dawn As the hated tree let out a yawn So we burned him on sight And he smoked until night But us treeists were captured, anon My fat ass sits alone in this chair Wearing nothing but stained underwear While the radiant glow Makes my mind gradually slow I'm no American? Au contraire

Shuushin 17-May-04/9:10 AM
Arborists, I think. And "we [treepeople]"

Good rhyme with contraire. Nice title.

Ever read "poison tree"?




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