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Jan 2015
We been out her thirty minuets already
But you don't seem to care
It's cold out here you know
But you have protective skin wear
Do you have to sniff everything...
Just pick a spot an ***
You do this everyday
Isn't that the same tree from yesterday
You lift your leg at every ledge
Every edge of anything
You even *** on our neighbors trash can
Hay that doesn't bother me
Even when you empty you still lift you leg
At everything
I'm sure you know it doesn't work that way
You try to pull but can't match my strength
Choking yourself still not gaining an inch
We been out her to long
But there you go again
Sniff and lift its the same process
Fine fine but this is the last tree
And after we're passing up everything
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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