up here in my tree newspapers mailing up to me no more crowbars to my head i'm trading stories with the leaves instead
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Are the newspapers mailing themselves? Newspapers with an entity, is that the dig? Or, are they being mailed to the one in the tree? Did you really find this on a chalkboard? At the seminary? Are you sure, being as the poet is in the tree, that crow bar isn't two words. Perhaps it goes like this:
Up here in my tree newspapers mailing up to me no more crow bars, too my head i'm trading stories with the leaves
A guy mailing newspapers from a tree is funny and poetic. As if the leaves are the news or something. But it's crazy. And the poet should stop going with the crows, known as they are to be dark characters, bad influences all around. Darkly comic poem. Pure genius.
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Are the newspapers mailing themselves? Newspapers with an entity, is that the dig? Or, are they being mailed to the one in the tree? Did you really find this on a chalkboard? At the seminary? Are you sure, being as the poet is in the tree, that crow bar isn't two words. Perhaps it goes like this:
Up here
in my tree
newspapers mailing
up to me no more
crow bars, too
my head i'm trading
stories with the leaves
A guy mailing newspapers from a tree is funny and poetic. As if the leaves are the news or something. But it's crazy. And the poet should stop going with the crows, known as they are to be dark characters, bad influences all around. Darkly comic poem. Pure genius.
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