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As I swing up here climbing this tree
and the weather man says its going past 93
I think to my self, I could sure use a breeze
But then you know
it's not so much the heat
as that gosh darn humidity.
 
You guys are whacked!
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The groundie was miserable that day,
That he would no longer get his way.
To not wear his hardhat.
So that was the end of that...

Because he quit.
(Edit: true story, summer 2013)
 
The saw sliced through the Carhatts like a knife through butter.
That hurts a bit, I heard him mutter.
I was him, and he was me, and I indeed was up a tree.

I finished that tree, and climbed another
The leg was stiff, but I deserved to suffer.
The stitching would wait till later.

I drove to the hospital at days end,
Got sutured up and back home for supper.

How was your day, she said?

(also true; circa 2002)
 
The pintle hitch he closed
But pinned shut it was not.
The chuck 'n duck tried to escape,
But restrained by the chains it was fettered.

In anger, it blew a tire off the rim.
I was grim, very grim.
He said to me: "I've seen that happen before"
My retort to him, I don't recall.

He went on to make other mistakes,
And cost me money, and cause me grief.
But for the taxpayer, there is no relief
For he now works for Hydro One.
 
There once a man named Skinner, who took his young wife to dinner.
At quarter past nine they went out to dine and at quarter to ten it was in her.
Not Skinner, Skinner was in her before dinner.
 
There once was a guy from Nantucket
With a splice so long he could not tuck it
Tied the throat to his boat and then jumped on the Ferry
By Long Island he finished the bury
 
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The saw sliced through the Carhatts like a knife through butter.
That hurts a bit, I heard him mutter.
I was him, and he was me, and I indeed was up a tree.

I finished that tree, and climbed another
The leg was stiff, but I deserved to suffer.
The stitching would wait till later.

I drove to the hospital at days end,
Got sutured up and back home for supper.

How was your day, she said?

(also true; circa 2002)

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Love THIS!

Especially the last line... there's just no way to explain.
 
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The Pick

Slings choke tight
260 rocks howling
Liftoff

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So few words...such a big picture...brings a tear to my eye.
 
I can tie
Not a lie
So no need to cry

I climbed a big pine
Got a small fine
See it not mine

I throw a small bag
Live with a nag
But drive a nice Jag

I climb on a rope
You see I no dope
So don't give up hope

I drive a big truck
Never get stuck
Nothing but luck

I wear a saddle
Give little rattle
Then go to battle

I live on the buzz
And not just cuzz
It lessons the fuzz

My girl is so fine
I like to go dine
She's all mine mine mine
 
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Adkpk, I howled when I read your poem.
Am still laughing.

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Thanks, Playboy circa the 70's.
 
Had this as my voicemail message before the days of small cell phones.

Spring is sprung
The birds are chirpin'
We'ld like to talk to you
But we're out workin'

I know this call is important to you
And I think we'ld agree
It's important to me

So please leave your name
And a number to call
And we'll get back to you
In no time at all
 
Did you use that one even in the winter? Do you even have winter down there?
 
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