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Dec 2014
Pete liked to rent his splitters:
deliveries were the best.
The times we spent together
with saw dust in our vests.
He understood his buddies
if told "just need a day,"
We liked to demo splitters so
Pete gave them all a play.
Then head on over to Zepher
some lame was out of gas,
Stop to scarf a burger,
then drive to save his ***.
Pete understood the woods
and dropped his spoog at night
Rangers took their samples;
but moisture  was not right.
He is sadly gone now
the trees will miss him still
it's only cause I loved the man
and guess i always will.
Pete was my late brother. RIP
Lou Sasol
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