When did you learn
how to count to twenty-two
to sing along
to Gordon Lightfoot
that penguins
can’t fly
I heard you learn a new word
every hour
there is sad relief
this place of knowing
you will gorge on life
with or without me.
When did you learn
how to count to twenty-two
to sing along
to Gordon Lightfoot
that penguins
can’t fly
I heard you learn a new word
every hour
there is sad relief
this place of knowing
you will gorge on life
with or without me.
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