i was lying on my back
feeling fan steady blow
picking a spot on ceiling
i want to paint something
but end up day dreaming
seeing your face smiling
i pick up one tennis ball
toss it up and so soon fall
i have no time to duck fast
landed on my face, smash
can't help but chuckle, poor me
can't find space where you're away
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