Loppers are a type of scissors used for pruning twigs and small branches, like secateurs with very long handles. They are the largest type of manual garden cutting tool.
They are usually operated with two hands, and with handles typically between 30 centimetres (12 in) & 91 centimetres (36 in) long to give good leverage. Some have telescopic handles which can be extended to a length of two metres, in order to increase leverage and to reach high branches on a tree. Loppers are mainly used for the pruning of tree branches with diameters less than 5 centimetres (2 in). Some of the newer lopper designs have a gear or compound lever system which increases the force applied to the blades, or a ratchet drive.
The word lopper can be used in the singular or the plural, with precisely the same meaning. The plural form, most common in speech but less so in print, is a plurale tantum, and seems to be on the model of a pair of scissors. The name of the tool is derived from the verb "to lop", meaning to cut off (especially branches or twigs), which in turn is related to a noun of precisely the same form: a "lop" is a period or session of branch cutting. The noun and verb first appeared in Middle English as loppe, but have no known antecedents or cognates in other languages.
People say she's only in my head
It's gonna take time but I'll forget
They say I need to get on with my life
But they don't realize
'Cause when you're dialing 6 numbers just to hang up the phone
Driving cross town just to see if she's home
Waking a friend in the dead of the night
Just to hear him say it's gonna be alright
When you're finding things to do not to fall asleep
'Cause you know she'll be there in your dreams
That's when she's more than a memory
Took a match to everything she ever wrote
Watched her words go up in smoke
Tore all her pictures off the wall
That ain't helping me at all
'Cause when you're talking out loud but nobody's there
You look like hell and you just don't care
Drinking more than you ever drank
Sinking down lower than you ever sank
When you find yourself falling down upon your knees
Praying to God, begging Him please
That's when she's more than a memory
She's more, she's more
'Cause when you're dialing her number just to hang up the phone
Driving cross town just to see if she's home
Waking a friend in the dead of the night
Just to hear him say it's gonna be alright
When you're finding things to do not to fall asleep
'Cause you know she's waiting in your dreams
That's when she's more than a memory
People say she's only in my head
It's gonna take time but I'll forget