Ten Wildebeests in a Teacup (johnboze) wrote,
Ten Wildebeests in a Teacup
johnboze

Her father stands in the open door
He's waiting for her.
There's a storm blowing across the lake
It's late summer.
On the broken step is a cardboard box full of wilted flowers.
She whispers in my burning ear
It doesn't matter.

OK, Matt, give that one a shot...
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