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It wasn't tackled with a surgeon's finesse But the battered brute of conviction. I can still see the two man cross cut saw Jammed deep in the bark - but a tickle. A mail of thick branches disguised as Dense fodder stood strong against waves. Throwing everything at it - raining sawdust - As the giggles were heard for miles around. Now standing crippled, taunting as it sways - The battle's won but the war will have its day.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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It wasn't tackled with a surgeon's finesse But the battered brute of conviction. I can still see the two man cross cut saw Jammed deep in the bark - but a tickle. A mail of thick branches disguised as Dense fodder stood strong against waves. Throwing everything at it - raining sawdust - As the giggles were heard for miles around. Now standing crippled, taunting as it sways - The battle's won but the war will have its day.
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Jun 12, 2015
Jun 12, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
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