months have spun a mid-summer droll...
joel harris, worrybead, the gods of victory
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went out wading in shade,
well, a time will be made.
saydee's in weaving her braid,
says 'this movie's so lame!'
radiate on
we radiate on...
months have spun a mid-summer droll
and no east winds will toll.
but a day spent laying out shade,
beneath the bridges and the waves.
radiate on...
we radiate on...
now the cap has blown to atlas
and the steam from the grass
stares back at you
and you both shake your head
and you marvel at the sound,
like the task of that above
to leave it's shape upon the ground.
radiate on...
we radiate on...
went out wading in shade,
well, a time will be made.
saydee's in weaving her braid,
says 'this novel's so lame!'
months have spun a mid-summer droll
and those east winds will toll.
but a day spent laying out shade,
beneath the bridges and the waves.
