I'm waving my arms like people do
when they've leaned too far out over the edge,
and a helpful branch is just out of reach.
You've stretched out calmly, soaking the sun,
looking at me with your head cocked
and wondering why I won't come sit down.
Mar 31, 2013
Mar 31, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
I'm waving my arms like people do
when they've leaned too far out over the edge,
and a helpful branch is just out of reach.
You've stretched out calmly, soaking the sun,
looking at me with your head cocked
and wondering why I won't come sit down.
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