Please blow far far away, you been here since we all made Christmas lists.
I gave you a week tops to be there.
Nope it's three months later are there you are.
My eyes don't go to the buildings,
they go to your plastic ass.
I really wish I could climb that three bro.
What a victory that would be.
Unfortunately this tree, cant be climbed.
So me and the rest of this building have to see you every day.
Wishing one day you'll fly away. Maybe in the darkness while we sleep.
But its hard to tell, we live in questioning your presence and sad because you're ruining the environment.
Will you sorely missed.
-ej
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Erica Jordan
Tea is drug. I'm chronically ill. I cant do much except my art that helps my nerve pain and function. That's baking, painting , writing..... anything creative to use that outlet to express myself . Stay Wild Moon Child.
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