Earlier this week a child at work wrote a poem about a tree. Unfortunately I don't have his name because he's a brilliant poet. Here goes.
Tree Huger
Today I huged a tree
Witch was kwit a glee
It was 150 years old
It had tree mold
Love that tree
~Kirk
Friday, October 13, 2006
Happy Friday the 13th
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