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    Who do we appreciate?
    She spins
    She twirls
    And lands perfectly
    Gravel cold beneath her
    Into the air again
    Hair of honey
    Eyes of ice
    Lips of lilac
    Perfect, all perfectly
    Lands flips on the
    Gravel cold beneath her
    Never stopping
    Never frowning
    On the outside

    Hair of honey
    Eyes of ice
    Lips of lilac
    Dull, all dulled
    In the gray house
    Home alone again
    Up the stairs again
    Closing the door again
    Uniform away to the side
    Colors of blue and white
    Not being seen
    Until the next game
    Hate it
    Loathe
    Keep it away again
    Always again
    Never for the first time

    Mom’s out working
    Dad’s out drinking
    Ryan’s out in County
    Rufus’ out in the backyard
    Sleeping underground
    With hair of honey
    Eyes of ice
    Lips of lilac
    Dull, so dulled
    In the gray house
    Home alone again
    She spins
    She twirls
    And lands awfully
    Tile cold beneath her
    Never happy
    Never smiling
    On the inside