FLOATING AROUND, by Bethany
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I’m floating around
Three feet off the ground
All that I see
Is the top of each tree
I push with my feet
I drift off to sleep
The next thing I know
Over the edge I go
Down a river running slow
To the land where the fruit trees grow
I stand on my feet
I walk back in my sleep
Smooth turned to choppy
Something is trying to stop me
I open my eyes
A girl to my surprise
Still floating around
Three feet off the ground
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Posted: 2007-03-20 07:01:26 UTC |
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