Through the woods, I love them. Spent a good half of my life in woods, not stopping now. I need my writers block fixed. I swear. I may be a poet, so I am putting an old poem.
"A specter floats
A demon crawls
A pirate boats
But what about the real bad things
Humans sin
Its quite common
our body, is what it is in
and we can't help it"
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