okay, so i was at work, making a pizza, when this little poem popped into my head...it's not really good, just a sort of random thing...still...enjoy!
Oh, Thoreau, what did you do
out in the woods all alone?
"I sat and thought of things unseen,
"of God and men and earth and trees."
Good Thoreau, my dearest friend,
what happens in the night and rain?
"I cannot tell you that, young dear,
"for 'tis to each his own out here."
Still, I do but ask in all respect:
why did you go into the woods?
"That, young child, is for you to find
as you search in the Wood."
i thought it was a funny little thing, so here it is! yeah, that was all I really wanted to post about...
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