Whacked
The tree of life feels the woodsmans axe,
and thinks such is life when the timber cracks,
and consciousness is free,
departing from this tree,
not dead the spirit see,
the tree of life is whacked,
let the buggers be!
re: " Hammer In Hand"
Debbie Duncan
by Don
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