Saturday, December 8, 2012

Headstand

Feet in the air,
Without a care.

Upside down,
I see you frown.

I like the view,
From below you.

I ask, "What's wrong?"
Your scowl is strong.

I turn upright,
To avoid a fight.

At last you leave,
I roll my sleeves.

Feet in the air,
Without a care.

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