September
high meets low to twist the airand spin the graying sky
as twists of wind fray my hair
and rain crys in my eye
walking toward the crushing sea
over worms adrift in pools
there is nowhere that I'd rather be
then taking you to school.
September
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and spin the graying sky
as twists of wind fray my hair
and rain crys in my eye
walking toward the crushing sea
over worms adrift in pools
there is nowhere that I'd rather be
then taking you to school.
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