And when the world turns over
I’ll switch to the other side of the bed And face a new day Between my palms, oceans away All the things I’m missing, Slipping And when the world starts to sink I’ll know we’re bound to float swimming back to shore And to wake up again I’ll hear the chickens and crickets And climb out from under the net.
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March 2021
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