Saturday, June 6, 2009

Dear Yous that I've yet to know,

i don't know what you smoke or what countries you've been to
if you speak any other languages other than your own but i'd like to meet you
i don't know if you drive
if you love the ground beneath you
i don't know if you write letters or panic on the phone still i'd like to call you
all the same, if you want to, i am game.
i don't know if you can swim or if the sea has any draw for you
if you're better in the morning or when the sun goes down i'd like to talk to you
i don't know if you can dance if the thought ever occurred to you
if you eat what you've been given or push it round your plate still i'd like to cook for you
all the same, i would want to, i am game
i don't know if you read novels or the magazines
if you love the hand that feeds you
i assume that your heart's been bruised
i know i'd like to know you

(I don't know by Lisa Hannigan)

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