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Dec 2014
How now my lonely giraffe?
Would you like me to
chop down the neck
like so?
When you're shorter,
come up the treehouse
yes, come, no fuss
it's windy.
It's chilly, it's really
positively there and
believe me,
no worries.
I'd want nothing
more than seeing you
as there as my tree and
doing nothing,
having nothing
unwanted.
Feel free
to come up
when your neck's down.
Decipher
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