I looked for you
in the garden dear
Oops, I tripped on the gate
or wait was that your foot
What did I do
to deserve a skinned knee
or is that mild
compared to what you'd like to give me
Did I speak unkind words
or was it my rolling eyes
It's hard to tell
As the blood runs down my leg
I see your reflection
in the puddle on the ground
You are laughing
Was it the sting of the fall
or was it the broken pieces of my heart
that caused me to
stand up and knock out your front tooth
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