Crippled Inside - Poem by David Darbyshire
Have a lot to hide,
feel crippled inside
you should let it all out
but some people just don't know,
Well let me tell you,
how to let it all out.
Go into the woods,
take an axe, chop a tree
and scream and shout.
Having released all that stress.
Take some of that wood home,
make a nice warm fire.
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