I have done it again:
Swung myself over the lagoon
Of blue too deep to be green --
Hands white on a rope
Braided from my own hair.
(With only my head to hold onto, I wait for the fall.)
Swung myself over the lagoon
Of blue too deep to be green --
Hands white on a rope
Braided from my own hair.
(With only my head to hold onto, I wait for the fall.)
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