A little poem I wrote on the skyscraper condo which looms above the tour terminal which I work out of

No visible means of support Like Brittany Spears sons the skyscraper looms Over lower structures While held up vertically Without flanks to its’ upper hides A wafer made of concrete A wafer made up from concrete and glass A wafer can come apart A wafer often cracks

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