Working In the Forest
"Sap on my hands so sticky, icky,
like a spruce lime ricky."
Charlie!.. Charlie! Wake up.
Are you ok?...A tree fell
on your head and you were
mumbling something about
about Em `n Em, or
Auntie Em, or some nonsense.
... Oh, i`m alright fellas.
I was just dreamin`....
And you, and you, and you,
were all there.
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