morning glory
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And in that summer we seemed infinite
Hair streaming behind us as we flew
Down the neverending driveway
Pebbles skidding out of the way
Of our whirling wheels
Shoelaces flapping against the spokes
Forgo the worm, my friend,
If that’s what I should call you.
Keep peaceful in your sleep,
The morning glory is no sight to see.
