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I’d Give My Right Arm She turns off the light and hops into bed. She takes a pillow and puts it under her head. O does she think of me and the sins we hid? I’d give my right arm but it’s tender and lame. I’d give my two cents but they’re rusted and tame. I’d give you the world but it’s burning aflame. I’d reach for the stars, but I don’t know their names. She wakes with a start and looks at the floor. She takes a few steps but no one’s at the door. O does she still think of me and does she want it more? I’d give my right arm but it’s tender and lame. I’d give my two cents but they’re rusted and tame. I’d give you the world but it’s burning aflame. I’d reach for the stars, but I don’t know their names. She eats her eggs and she burns her toast. She turns the radio on it’s storming on the coast. O does she still think of me and can I still boast? I’d give my right arm but it’s tender and lame. I’d give my two cents but they’re rusted and tame. I’d give you the world but it’s burning aflame. I’d reach for the stars, but I don’t know their names.


She drives in her car and stops outside of town She walks for a mile and tears her gown O does she still think of me her fading clown? I’d give my right arm but it’s tender and lame. I’d give my two cents but they’re rusted and tame. I’d give you the world but it’s burning aflame. I’d reach for the stars, but I don’t know their names. Adam Tod Leverton (atleverton@yahoo.ca)


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