Tiptoe through the field my dear
Right to the edge and back again-
But not a single hustle!
Parry if you must
And weary you may be-
But not a single hustle!
Ride on a sweeping wind
(if you should be so lucky)
But come the time you fall-
Not a single hustle!
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
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