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Wicked Trees Tormenting Me (Narrative I Wrote During Highschool)
On a daily walk through woods to free my mind Exercise the heart, relive stress, and just by time I noticed a tree, the height of 20 feet, and not one single leaf to see The wind blew fierce and I could’ve sworn the tree whispered swear words at me Wickedness filled the atmosphere for this tree grim So I threw a rock started back to jogging on the trail which was slim The wind blew once ever so strong ahead And during this draft one of its limbs fell on my leg I rubbed my head all to confused, for this leafless tree was bullying me To hell with that I’m not one to bullied you see I got a bright idea, and laughed for this tree was about to be watered by me pee I checked the trail then took my pose of fame I was about to get vengeance and the wind whispered in my ear Here comes the rain The sky turned blue and water fell, I backed from the tree thinking what the hell The tree shook again, and I apologized trying to make a friend I ran like the wind and I’ll be damned if I take that trail again
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