tree

when I was a tree I used to pull up my roots and take a walk down to the corner store.  I ate chips and salsa and danced the night away to the moody blues.  When I was a tree there were more people like me who I could really relate to.  I used to throw parties and sew quilts.  When I was a tree we broke our shot glasses in the fire place and didn’t worry about the rent check.  But I was never  a tree.

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