over and over
tumbling down the road side I fell over and over, I could see my bike ahead
over and over, I did not know, that I would have to tell it, in spanish and english
white meat and stiff leg. tears, calming chants mixed with french consolment over and over
now I am looking for new ways to tell it over and over
my ankle is broken and I have a gash on my left leg, over and over
now I wish ... I would have taken a taxi. no lately,
yes lately I wonder why was I head to a bat cave... I am afarid of bats
but over and over the hills I rode, until my bici cayo (bike fell)
but over and over will I be ask until I quitar this cast
over and over, I did not know, that I would have to tell it, in spanish and english
white meat and stiff leg. tears, calming chants mixed with french consolment over and over
now I am looking for new ways to tell it over and over
my ankle is broken and I have a gash on my left leg, over and over
now I wish ... I would have taken a taxi. no lately,
yes lately I wonder why was I head to a bat cave... I am afarid of bats
but over and over the hills I rode, until my bici cayo (bike fell)
but over and over will I be ask until I quitar this cast
the poet-- and we did not know it
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