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Arms and Legs

Can I have a hug that’s too long?

Can I sit beside you, where you pat down on the bench? 

Can I sink in a pool and you scoop me out with a leaf? Swatting the water one way or another till my legs can kick me close enough to the edge 

It might take many leaves

I want to sing in your arms

I’ll face away from your ears, I will 

And your nose if I’ve had onion 


It’s not a small thing to be held

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