Parading

Parachutes, my love, could carry us higher

Than this mid-air in which we tremble,
Than this mid-air in which we tremble,
Than this mid-air in which we tremble,
Having exercised our arms in swimming,
Having exercised our arms in swimming,
Now the suspension, you say,
Now the suspension, you say,
Is exquisite. I do not know.
Is exquisite. I do not know.
There is coral below the surface, —Barbara Guest
There is coral below the surface,
—Barbara Guest

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