there must have been a mistake
i didn't think you would climb the trees
but you covered all the higher ground
on bended knees
so, i put you in a temporary deep freeze
because you were too hot
you gave me everything you got
and there was no more room
you played my tide like the rising moon
pulled my plug like a slippery rug
there must have been a surprise
i thought you were grounded but your plane still flies
you did a loop while i ate your soup
you played my spoon like the rising moon
pulled my pork like a bobbing cork
there must have been a mistake
i didn't think you would climb the trees
but you covered all the higher ground
on bended knees
so, i put you in a temporary deep freeze
because you were too hot
you gave me everything you got
and there was no more room
you played my tide like the rising moon.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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