A tall oak tree stands sturdy in the wood
As for my sins they'll never be understood
A rope swings low, and yet so high
As now it's time for this rambler to die
For all I've done and run so long
My legend will always live on in song
A tall oak tree and knot of hemp rope
Will wash away dirt that can't be cleansed by soap
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Into the Wood
ŞiirA book of Poems, nonsense, and incoherent ramblings of a man trapped in his own mind.
