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Feb 10, 2006 02:33

At least I'm a good friend.

Don't go 'round making mountains out of molehills.

I wake up in the mornings and I've no clue where I've been or where I am.
I want a yellow sundress with white trim and capped sleeves.
I find the precarious so tempting from far away, but tiresome up close.
I want the ocean foam and black sand.
I've asked for more than is possible and that's a sorry way to live.
I want to hear the palm tree leaves.
Remembering the future is what's really hard.
I want the jelly in my hand.

I want the world up close.
Let it go, Kid. Just jump and float.
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