Trapped out there all alone
When it seemed his doom was sown,
Resolved to be a denyer
Of the claim of a fire,
He whittled through his arm bone.
(A farmer got his arm caught in a farm machine. Then the machine caught fire. To save himself, he cut his arm off with his pocket knife.)
Saturday, January 5, 2008
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