She sadly thinks about the time,
She had my mighty oak,
To keep her company at night,
And has a good old stroke
She remembers my towering elm,
So wide and tall and big,
And in her cold and lonely bed,
She has a good hard frig
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 8:16,
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She had my mighty oak,
To keep her company at night,
And has a good old stroke
She remembers my towering elm,
So wide and tall and big,
And in her cold and lonely bed,
She has a good hard frig
She roams the empty sawmill,
In a sea of old wood-chipping,
Thinking fondly of the quandaries,
Of swallowing or spitting
She sadly looks upon discarded,
Offcuts, chips and bits,
And wishes she could once more,
Rise my sap upon her tits
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 8:23,
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In a sea of old wood-chipping,
Thinking fondly of the quandaries,
Of swallowing or spitting
She sadly looks upon discarded,
Offcuts, chips and bits,
And wishes she could once more,
Rise my sap upon her tits
Oh how she wants old crabby back
she wants to feel his chopper
'cause come to think she misses it
it really is a whopper!
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:00,
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she wants to feel his chopper
'cause come to think she misses it
it really is a whopper!
I seldom wield my chopper poorly,
Although I sometimes get too keen,
And fell trees prematurely
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:10,
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Although I sometimes get too keen,
And fell trees prematurely
when it's time to use your chopper,
for if you go too fast or slow,
you'll not be back for supper.
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:20,
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for if you go too fast or slow,
you'll not be back for supper.
When I get busy with my axe,
It's embarassing when my tree comes
crashing down with three whacks.
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:30,
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It's embarassing when my tree comes
crashing down with three whacks.
who's speedy with his axe,
for if it falls too quickily,
it really can be lax.
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:38,
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for if it falls too quickily,
it really can be lax.
Our tree-felling paths soon parted,
Because I found my tree was down,
Before she'd even started
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:38,
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Because I found my tree was down,
Before she'd even started
A very swift goodbye,
For as soon as she held my axe,
She got sap in her eye
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:41,
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For as soon as she held my axe,
She got sap in her eye
about more lumderjacking,
but time gets on,
I've got to go,
and do some baby whacking...
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Mon 25 Feb 2002, 9:57,
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but time gets on,
I've got to go,
and do some baby whacking...