Sep 27th 2008 04:52 pm Spawn
The blue Bird book beneath the paper I write on
spawns the dawn of a new day for yours truly.
I’m on my way home and yet to parts unknown.
We have grown. We have grown apart.
Such great despair that we may share
this mending of heart.
I start and I stop. Allow this to pop
And drop way down, ’til it comes back around
And the us that is found is like kids
on a merry-go-round.
Let it be, let it be!
If it’s one step at a time the pleasure is mine.
If it’s in a great leap, give me Hanuman feet,
and we’ll all reap in the joy. Oh boy!
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