Jun 22, 2006 04:35
i'm a dirty flower bed,
you're the flowers that have grown.
i'm a splintered wooden shack,
you're the feeling that makes it a home.
and out back i am the hammock,
for lazy days in june,
but i'd be useless if you weren't
the trees that i'm tied to.
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