The pushover was pushed over the edge,
And brought the second back
To the arch of my neck.
The apples aren't quite in season,
But a reason to pick
Is very, very near
And my mind's getting sicker
With every passing year.
Traditional,
Unreasonable,
I think I've had it all
...and It's not even fall.
He said,
You've found your head,
Now find your heart.
And I never thought I'd be,
But now I'm finally there
When a single white balloon floats up in the air.
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