Joined like a limb to the bark
But sending petals up the breeze
Caught in the act but raveled ribbon with ease
Where's the red hands?
Well what's a couple less friends?
We're already upstate sipping wine
Finding time to bat each lash
Writing the numbers & counting the cash
What's a red herring?
Well why not live a life more daring?
Steel that nerve, put it on books
What's a feast without the cooks?
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Joined like a limb to the bark
But sending petals up the breeze
Caught in the act but raveled ribbon with ease
Where's the red hands?
Well what's a couple less friends?
We're already upstate sipping wine
Finding time to bat each lash
Writing the numbers & counting the cash
What's a red herring?
Well why not live a life more daring?
Steel that nerve, put it on books
What's a feast without the cooks?
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