I'm like that puddle in the shade
that's afraid to let the sun dry me up.
I force walkers to play
hopscotch as they
trudge past.
But I know the sun will find me
and glare until there's
nothing left to step in.
Jun 16, 2023
Jun 16, 2023 at 9:28 AM UTC
I'm like that puddle in the shade
that's afraid to let the sun dry me up.
I force walkers to play
hopscotch as they
trudge past.
But I know the sun will find me
and glare until there's
nothing left to step in.
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