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You have a problem with me
Falling down in the rain
And disrupting traffic?
Am I for you
Just another statistics!
You eat into my space
With your footpath and roads
You dig around my roots
For your cables and pipes
You "prune" of my branches
For your power lines
My year long effort to balance
You randomly chop of
You pollute the very air
I breathe
You guzzle all the water
What do I drink?
So now I am
brittle and frail
I am sorry
About my tripping
Over your precious car
And yes don't blame the rain,
For my fall
Because he is
my only friend, after all
Next time I will be careful,
I will die
without disturbing you
-----------By Jibrael Jos
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