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Jack Spicer

THE BALLAD OF THE DEAD WOODCUTTER

Because the figtree was sapless
It has cracked at the root.

Oh, you have fallen down on your head
You have fallen on your head.

Because the oaktree was rootless
It has cracked at the branch.

Oh, you have fallen down on your head
You have fallen on your head.

Because I walked through the branches
I have scratched out my heart.

Oh, you have fallen down on your head
You have fallen on your head.



In other news, got an A on my Medea paper. That 15 page paper I wrote in 4 days. Just when you think you suck at writing, turns out it's none so bad.