L'Nass Shango Poet Lyric

Coming Home From School

I use to do that coming home from school
We were the swallows on the ground
And in our glee we dissolved the same rule

We would shiver when the rain was done, but
Not then while we laughed and played the fool
Through raindrops and every puddle in each rut

Some things are lost, some go round and round
Like the tidiness with which we kept the hut
Or the frolic that brings the old abandoned sound

I use to do that coming home from school
We would shiver when the rain was done but
Some things are lost, some go round and round

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