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Jeans rolled past my knees Sleeves cut short to a v Hair tied with elastic rubber band. Already from shifting position Three splinters and one rusty needle have pricked my soles. Here on the bleachers at Pioneer Park, That's what you become. A splinter of wood amidst a haystack of action. There's that group of thirty plus playing frisbee on the grassy flats, and That group of acro yogi's you were supposed to join. I'd rather sit here on these prickly bleachers and Be a splinter of wood, with the sun shining and the cloudy sky drizzling, Then go down below and be a social butterfly. I've been that all day, now all I need is to get rained on, feel the wet, Be a splinter of wood on the bleachers.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
Splinter of Wood
Jeans rolled past my knees Sleeves cut short to a v Hair tied with elastic rubber band. Already from shifting position Three splinters and one rusty needle have pricked my soles. Here on the bleachers at Pioneer Park, That's what you become. A splinter of wood amidst a haystack of action. There's that group of thirty plus playing frisbee on the grassy flats, and That group of acro yogi's you were supposed to join. I'd rather sit here on these prickly bleachers and Be a splinter of wood, with the sun shining and the cloudy sky drizzling, Then go down below and be a social butterfly. I've been that all day, now all I need is to get rained on, feel the wet, Be a splinter of wood on the bleachers.
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Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 11:10 AM UTC
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