Handstands, cartwheels; upside down view of the sky.

Lying on my back

greensmell grass prickles, there’ll be a rash at bathtime!

making stories out of clouds:

look, there; a camel or a monkey with a big cigar!

Respectable now, older;

feet on the ground, sensible shoes.

Only look upward once in while;

do I need an umbrella?



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