Untitled, 2005
Let’s look for house number twenty.
It is the one that had that yard sale back in that month during that season called summer.
Or was it autumn?
Or was it fall?
Either way, we’ve found it again.
My lungs are a-screamin’ again,
but this time it is for a good reason.
My throat is at war with my voice box,
for singing along so loudly.
I should stop,
but I won’t.
No, I won’t ever stop.
It is the one that had that yard sale back in that month during that season called summer.
Or was it autumn?
Or was it fall?
Either way, we’ve found it again.
My lungs are a-screamin’ again,
but this time it is for a good reason.
My throat is at war with my voice box,
for singing along so loudly.
I should stop,
but I won’t.
No, I won’t ever stop.
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