playroom stories
Friday, April 15, 2011
Passport
If I had a passport
I would go back to that world
Where there was sense
And where we played
The map was so clear
But all I can do
Is send a postcard
Air mail
With a picture of a face
And hope the birds
Carry it over the sea.
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