Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime. Chime.
Right on time.
Leaves and cracks. Rolling cries and hurried feet.
Shorts and bags and long hair vines.
Water on the roof and no concentration -
your best attempt.
Butterfly lashes and barroom kisses and what else is there but more of the same?
Some are yellow and some are green. Most are orange.
Study inside if you have to, but you don't have to.
Soon there'll be fresh leaves in the same dress, new bags with turning feet and twirling eyes.
And your eyes gave it away...something about your calm demeanor.
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