Dear Gravity

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Dear Gravity,
Damn you! I want to fly! It would make the mornings so much easier. I could be the kid that flew to school. I have a poem for you, roses are red, sh*t is brown, shut the f*ck up and sit the f*ck down. Let the real masters get to work. Bish I wanna fly like a birdy in the sky! I would say it was nice writing to you, but it would have been a hell of a lot better if I were flying as well. You done f***ed up son, you done f***ed up.
Love,
Your hater

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