sweet young thing,
silver-haired disaster,
your days diminish, spent tied
to the bed-posts, time
won't stop for you.
step outside,
you self-help mishap,
the children are calling.
sweet young thing, silver-haired disaster, your days diminish, spent tied to the bed-posts, time won't stop for you. step outside, you self-help mishap, the children are calling. |
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and the reason that i laugh and breathe is oh love, and the reason i do not fall into this street is love.
-e.e. cummings
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