Easy Target
Up above where wings flutter
All my thoughts are a clutter
Mixed in a batch of pancake batter.
I hope, momentarily they will all scatter
And perhaps this confusion will fade
As the day will bade
Me a swift goodbye
And in one explosion
Or a tiny motion
I will be the target
Of that pancake batter.
All my thoughts are a clutter
Mixed in a batch of pancake batter.
I hope, momentarily they will all scatter
And perhaps this confusion will fade
As the day will bade
Me a swift goodbye
And in one explosion
Or a tiny motion
I will be the target
Of that pancake batter.
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