Don't say we were always -
we were not always.
We waved across the way for times
and held open closing doors.
Have spat long strings from our mouth.
We balanced our feet so many days,
why again now?
It was not always we, inert -
But how long yellow paint on sidewalk and wall?
How long pajamas and clothes, pajamas and clothes?
How many times pry open the fire hydrant?
It is too much!
It must be sometimes.
How is it, then, that our shoes fit to our feet?
Must be real.
Must be sometimes love.
sonorous heartspeak!
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