it falls over the edge and we go to chase it falls over the edge we go to chase I have paste for that kind of rift I have six friends who would like to host the water falling over the edge in their garden that is a trampoline quivering out. it is a beginning each one wants the ball but after his molars are pushing up through we find another child hands us the ball and it is a lamp leading to another lamp back and forth all the way to the edges of the garden where the soreness tips over and falls away. she will ask you what it is the the four of them in motion. she will ask you if is your hair so long you can't afford scissors. the water in their faces falling away with the ball you throw in each  direction not yet catch. sore in a little circle around a credit card account. I will find a way to chase it. giving me a tiny edge fine hairs on the fine edge of his mother comes only for a day. she comes only for a day. we'll touch it. to their warm garden made of green water with its flowers and take that swelling there. let's go and take some words with us. he has learned to clap. see the water shakes over the edge.