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Diving dancing Jester in your Circus Courtyard
Cartwheels and Flips, Front and Back
Play with Fire
I got Burned
When the Wind changed direction from the North to the South
He shakes his head, nods, looks me straight in the eye
But I know he doesn't understand
I can't be what you want me to be
it is what it is
alchemy
deep fried
on a plate
Kite in the Air
Stuck in the Tree
Loping Branches hug it till it's free
Five year old Boy
Tears Stream down his Face like a Broken Faucet
Tip Toe through the Traffic
Lost Both Shoes
Barefoot
Dancing on the Freeway as I tiptoe
Burn the day into the Breeze
Run Away into the Breeze
So I said as he shook his head,
It's Fine With Me
It is what it Is
not what I need it to be
I'll take my coffee black
with 12 lumps of Sugar on the Side
Please give me another minute to finish my water,
pick up my spoon and watch you tap your fingers on the table in front of me
Tip Toe Through the Traffic
Run away within the Breeze
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