One come along with a bit of night between Felt a little ping rattling and the nothing new Laughing and laughing or trying to. Trying to stop Smiling like a Kuster Beat-on when the ships gone down
Down along canals, battles of the loud boys flow Holy hail raindrops rattling rooftop drains Scuffle on the downward, scurry up the higher climb Puzzle placed stones as the dull drums bleat above.
“Walking arm in arm, and we’re on our way.” “Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.” “Let your finger linger through the coming day.” “We’re on our way.”
Misapplied step taken less than assured Tumble on my tummy like a trampoline props me up Feeling at the bump sprouting up this second head Chattering on, the prattle battering my wits to shreds.
“Walking arm in arm, and we’re on our way. “ “Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.” “Let your fingers linger through the coming day.” “We’re on our way.”
One comes and a bit uneasy does he Perch on her shoulder to appraise the view Heave! “We’ve lost our way, have we?” “No, I believe we’ll make it through.”
“Walking arm in arm, and we’re on our way.” “Dressed in my best lest you guess my age.” “Let your finger linger through the coming day.” “We’re on our way.”