Play Pretend
Feeling full is like thisFlying high
Reaching for a tiny splinter
Got it out.
Beneath the surface of my skin
there lies a mischief-making something.
Come and take a look at it with me.
I feel a circle
'round the bend
riding horses; play pretend
Just for a little while...
I love you.
Then you're gone
into my mind of many circles
Play pretend.
3-23-10
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