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Ongoing, First published May 18, 2015
There once was a tree
he felt very happy and free
he was a very happy tree
till he needed to pee

Because he loved MLG
he could only pee
what he wanted to pee
in this case, bees.

He couldn't move
but he could still groove
he couldn't mow
but he could still sow...
his weed.

This tree loved weed
he was a weed kind of tree
and yet he still needed to pee
what should be done to help this tree?

nothing could be done.

























































































































































































































































































































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Dandilion.

THIS POEM WAS SPONSORED BY LENNY AND THE ILLUMINATI
THANK YOU MY CHILDREN ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
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It started small. Scraps of paper, a lost pen, the occasional leaf from the tree she liked to sit under. But now, it's more than that. I have things that are intimately hers, things she probably doesn't even realize she's lost. I don't feel bad about it. She should be honored, really, that I care this much. I'm just holding onto these pieces of her until she's ready to see them again. Until she's ready to see me. *This is a work of fiction*