As the Phish swims through the air..
Making me lose my deepest care..
Watching the school rush by...
While I sit up here, all high...
Wiggling my fingers and blinking...
While the tempo looses what I was thinking...
Harry still like the dark...
Sitting all alone in the park
And another minor is said to be..
He's someone we'll never see...
So as the crowd cheers on down.
The one as the fisherman with his gown.
Pleasing so many can take so few.
Leaving me not knowing what to do..

06/17/1999

Posted on 12/16/2003
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