An Abiding
with the swinging of a tin drum
I shall let you pass
toe-tugging
chariots filled with birds
that will sing your parade
tying and untying up your hair
I will abide by every word
I will let you pass
as every dream
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2010
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