When I jump also my nose jumps.
When I sneeze also my arms and knees are sneezing.
I'm a collective noun.
They said my blood could not fly
but jumping from the swing on the uptick
my blood goes flying smack into the woodchips with me.
It’s no miracle. I don’t even need determination.
Put that in your hoity-toit and smoke it.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
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2 comments:
Love this, Sarah. All of it just as it is.
johanna
thanks jo.
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