Like a car that is hit, randomly by a tree,

I don’t say, why me, of all the cars and all of the trees,

I say instead, of course it’s me, because no tree likes me,

no matter how nice I am to a tree, it’s bound to fall on me, and break me.

And that’s how I have developed my lifelong fear and resentment of trees.

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