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April 11, 2013
By corallee DIAMOND, Newport Coast, California
corallee DIAMOND, Newport Coast, California
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Forest, you are no longer standing on my welcome mat
Bees are rising, sun is shining, petals flying to the city
Make chords like that, make me imagine being invisible like that.

Our summer knew watermelon, freckles, and backwards caps
He has a good voice, and I feel guilty
Forest, you are no longer standing on my welcome mat

The magic, the magic of it all. Sharps have gone flat
oh please sing to me, sing to me quite musically!
Make chords like that, make me imagine being invisible like that

Sitting in your sweater listening to Ms. Fitzgerald scat
I have decided she is grand. No, really
Forest, you are no longer standing on my welcome mat

The raising of today’s flag is dancing guitars and boats that look like hats
Falling paper, rustling rain, voices like honey
Make chords like that, make me imagine being invisible like that

Let me sway in peace when you’re up to bat
To bid life a proper goodbye, I am doing it politely
Forest, you are no longer standing on my welcome mat
Make chords like that, make me imagine being invisible like that



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