Best Lumber Poems

Mighty proud was I
with me lumber in one hand
my brick me carried in the other
I placed the brick in the barn yard
tall side for gained height
balanced the lumber board on top 
I am silent and of Scottish temperament

You see folks
my feathered pet cock
was cock a...

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My name is Walter Eddington,
live in Maine with my wife and son,
own a growing timber company
way up north with vast tracts of trees.

My son’s name is Bruce, and one day
at age fourteen he came home to say
that cutting trees was an ‘evil’ thing,
what in the...

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Lumber Jack likes his pancakes with kernels of sweet Iowa corn
Freshly picked out of his Great Grandma Nora’s garden
She spoils him by warming up his maple syrup and melting his butter.
He is a forty-six-year-old great grandson who lives at home
With his mother’s grandmother,
a kind hearted...

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we would encumber
what was excessive lumber
made me feel number...

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makes saddle poems
a timber lumber person
as bad charge comments...

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