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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
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