If wood plenty hogg until,
A fir lest fir,
A then guillotine assembled,
Flute spruce through perch.
Why off-season the wood spruce,
Chiefly, small, small,
Thou a cherry worshipped,
The wood enthral.
I love poems and poetry but these are just plain weird poems! See what you think...
If wood plenty hogg until,
A fir lest fir,
A then guillotine assembled,
Flute spruce through perch.
Why off-season the wood spruce,
Chiefly, small, small,
Thou a cherry worshipped,
The wood enthral.
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