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by Jeremy Jan 12, 2007 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
When i was standing in the woods, i heard i sound that was not good, there was a crash and then a bang, the tree had fell right on its fangs the tree was alive and string at me, it told me i had to pay some type of fee, if i really wanted to live, i had to tell a little fib