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Overheard at Bring Your Dad to School Day

I’m not just a logger;
I’m a matchmaker for trees.
See, how life goes for them
Is one arbor sees

The love of their life
Just a few feet away,
And they spend their time loving
Each other all day.

After a while
What these trees want so much
Is to lean over a little
And let their bodies touch,

So I whop out my chainsaw
And bring that love to fruition.
It makes me feel good
And it pays her tuition.

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The Day Before the Sawmill Incident

I’m tired of sleeping,
I long to be awake,
But my stupid human body
Has a need I cannot slake.

So I’ve decided on a compromise
To fulfill my needed slumber.
I’ll sleep while I’m at work.
It’s easy enough to cut up lumber.

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