They had a family for a little while,
And they made love indoors with
Their family-
I suppose they figured they would never have
To be found out,
Even if they fell in love with some else,
And the road down from their house wound
Away all afternoon-
But the world was not a frightening place,
Even if one or two of their children
Disappeared- the minnows existed,
And the tadpoles were always growing up
And losing their tails-
And very soon there would even be new houses.
And little sun showers where rain would
Have to exist but only for a little while,
And the amusements they would know
Would go around their shoulders
And keep them warm like liquor- until the
Amusements and the lights left
The playgrounds of their city- and you discovered
That your true existents laid in the playgrounds of my heart.
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