Wrapped

Paul Francis

Sitting under the tree with me Waiting for a feathery breeze Are you staying in my company To wipe my nostrils Should I let out a sneeze? I would love a paper and a pencil An apple with a yellow coconut A peppermint gummy To ease the wind out of my stomach As I compose delicately Whilst trotting on the leaves I would be a year Figuring why your eyes draw tears Why your open wounds won't close Even when there's no split on your face I'll continue to see quality Through the thing you use to gaze Harmonica will switch her occupation To write an application I'd accept Then I'll welcome her with respect With care for her aplenty Her shelter to the Sun's rays The ink will run out But my speeches will always replay We will swing in hammocks Until the moonlight shines the dusk Reigning in another day

2019-10-26 05:11:16

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