I Remember a Cypress TreeThere was a big old cypress field near the center of the field.
Split The WoodWood chips shot into the air, / Like all those promises made, / He hoists another Iron Bark log, / To stand beneath the blade
What Chopping Wood Has Taught Me About LifeWhat Chopping Wood Has Taught Me About Life:
Chopping sticksI chop in the morning and at night.
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