Julia by Panther Hollow

If every time the week was slow
You came to town
I wouldn’t get anything done
I’d hang around
And walk with you until I couldn’t
Anymore,
And talk until the ice cream parlor opened

See honey when the week is slow
I’m furiously searching for something to do
To make the ladder
Move beneath my feet and hands
The week is slow
And you don’t come around
Nearly enough

Do you feel
Like dropping everything
As we walk
To the
Station
Is it me
Head lost in the breeze
Playing with your sleeves
All
The way there

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