Needing an Annie Dillard fix?Pop Tart? Extra pair of glasses
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Sitting on the steps
Wind blowing through my hair
I remember when
I didn't have a care
Just sitting on the steps
With my mind open wide
Waiting for real life to happen
Waiting on the slide
Touch it with my hand
Oh! Too hot to handle!
Yet shiny silver so seduces
Burns my backside like a candle
Should have stayed up high
Should have stepped back down
But instead I took the leap of faith
And went flying into the ground.
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