Monday, December 1, 2014

Shadow. Box. Sir.


 

He is the only constant my shadow,

Get it out of the box.

When the sky is dark and my heart is low,

He is the only constant my shadow.

A friend who is close without a lasso.

A gentle sir who dance with socks.

He is the only constant my shadow,

Get it out of the box.

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