By: S.Cain
Show me the way to the parade
Sticky eager faces
Turn at the corner here
And take a cab
To the fresh new fields
Green with envy
How do you do that
Why would you want to
After I'm done I'll have a drink
Something that burns
But tastes like grass
A long day ahead of me
But a shorter one behind me
Its time to take a nap
A soft damp pillow rests on my knee
Lay your hatred down on me
But mind the air
Its dense with something
A substance known as light
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