An Ode to Tree Hugging
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Poetry
In the past, I laughed at tree huggers,
Sandalwood-scented hippy buggers.
But all that hatred was ill-fated
Now that I'm incarcerated.
‘Coz I've had a chance for my mood to settle,
After six long years in a sea of metal.
I know the second that I'm free
I'll go straight up and hug a tree!
In the past, I laughed at tree huggers,
Sandalwood-scented hippy buggers.
But all that hatred was ill-fated
Now that I'm incarcerated.
‘Coz I've had a chance for my mood to settle,
After six long years in a sea of metal.
I know the second that I'm free
I'll go straight up and hug a tree!
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