Off on the road of too many sparrows, like the lunchtime
Of your lovemaking in the hangovers of tomorrows:
Your pretty family practically taking up the entire swings:
Your grinning daughters, and your sonny kings:
And I thought of you while I was spinning above the earth,
Gathering up momentum so I could wish for all you were worth.
But now my parents are home, and so I must go;
Maybe I will have the energy to call again tomorrow but
Who am I to know.
The Energy To Call Again Tomorrow
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