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A friend said “call over” and he gave me a tree.
I don’t know what it is and neither does he.
So I cut off a branch of this tree that was free,
And worked for an hour to see if I could see,
Was it possible to make a candle-holder or three.
Oh my sweet little shed is a fine place to be,
Getting lost in a turning is Heaven to me.
And when I was finished, I got such a start,
The shavings had settled in the shape of a heart.
True story. Nearly.
-- A family man has photos in his wallet where his money used to be.