I wanna be a Pine Tree. And stick out of the ground. I'd be a quiet Pine Tree. I would'nt make a sound. I'd be a great big Pine Tree. And not a little runt. Then the next time I saw a Forestry Worker. I'd fall over and sqaush the cunt!
Reason for writing:
A thought after an accident.
Birth sign: Not entered
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