Why a pine tree?
If the rugged little conifer rooted in the rocky, red clay of a Carolina mountain
could think and express itself in a literate manner,
the outcome would be more or less what you find here.
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O Happiness, Where Can I Find Thee?
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Joy to Make Me Fly
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I Kicked a Guy Who Tried to Steal My Car
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Birthing Pains, Desire, and the Mystery of Fruitful Heartache
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