Her apronstrings
Were drawn out
To catch me as I'm falling
Like a line through an open page
Bursting from sight, and I
Couldn't find a way to tell her
Everthing
That I wanted to say
As her hands clasped over me
And bore me safe away
Cause I was falling.
Monday, April 26, 2004
Marmite and Peanut Butter
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