Crosswalk

I think of a lot of a things when

I'm walking.

I think of a lot of a things walking home.

I say them aloud, to myself

I am talking.

I talk to myself when we are alone.

Why-ee-i-ee-i is my bleeding heart beating?

Why-ee-i-ee-i am

I feeling no pain?

Why-ee-i-ee-i do

I cry when

I say Good

Bye-ee-i-ee-i,

When I'm calling your name?

I look to the left and the right when

I'm crossing.

I look straight ahead when

I'm crossing the road.

The baggage

I carry, that load

I am tossing.

I look back behind at the row that

I've hoed.

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