About a woman I know who probably has the purest heart in the world...
Fifth Summer in Eugene
Jesus runs the car wash
Buddha juggles fire
Dad's in Wyoming
Loving me
Boy stands me up and I wanna cry
Child makes pancakes and I smile through tears
Ride on home on a tangerine bike
In a flowy skirt by the river
Armchair on the roof
Tribe is hugging me
Beers on the patio
In the shade with kind old man
Jesus is a bouncer
Buddha hits on me
Grass smells like sleep
In the fading summer sun, I am twelve
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