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There was a girl who got presents every single day from admirers young and old, from close and distant she never thanked them, and never opened them she’d pile the gifts up outside, in her garden whenever she was feeling down she’d climb up on top and enjoy how all other people looked like ants from up there one day she got a present from her true love it was an empty box so big that her tower finally reached somewhere with no oxygen for her to breathe
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
The gift tower
There was a girl who got presents every single day from admirers young and old, from close and distant she never thanked them, and never opened them she’d pile the gifts up outside, in her garden whenever she was feeling down she’d climb up on top and enjoy how all other people looked like ants from up there one day she got a present from her true love it was an empty box so big that her tower finally reached somewhere with no oxygen for her to breathe
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May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 4:49 PM UTC
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