Was I raised to make a mess
Of things to learn the art
Of cleaning up and putting back
In their proper places the words
Let fly across the room
Clearing the air between us
Resolved by afternoon
Our differences collide
Sanding down the edges
I try to explain did you
Know our neighbor has a rooster
Every morning now cock-a-doodle-do
Every morning I love more of you
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