some things turn out to be the opposite of
lightning
strikes that day you
got the moon
for me wrestling the white iron seat
into the back of
your small car you said
are you sure
it’s been put out to be taken
I said yes but you ready to
knock
in case we were
just stealing arranged it
in the front yard talked about cushions
I see the world that wide disc
watching over me for free
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