The man I love has scarecrow skin
The man I love is like a reed
And sometimes I'm the hurricane
Do I watch him bend and snap in the wind?
I can't, the man I love has scarecrow skin
The man I love is a lion
Or an elk
Or an oak
Tall, proud
The man I love is great and tall
Great and tall
Great and small
The man I love has patchy skin
Like the scarecrow, through the hay
I dived right in
Or will, one day
Monday, May 28, 2012
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