Jump
When I was a kid
a group of we kids
decided
that if you put a blanket on the ground
under a tree
you could jump from the tree
onto the blanket
and not get hurt.
We put a blanket on the ground
under a tree in Raymond's back yard.
We climbed the tree
and jumped
and climbed higher
and jumped
and climbed higher
and jumped.
And Raymond broke his arm.
We watched as Raymond ran screaming to his house.
We picked up the blanket
and went home.
Sometimes
love is like that.
a group of we kids
decided
that if you put a blanket on the ground
under a tree
you could jump from the tree
onto the blanket
and not get hurt.
We put a blanket on the ground
under a tree in Raymond's back yard.
We climbed the tree
and jumped
and climbed higher
and jumped
and climbed higher
and jumped.
And Raymond broke his arm.
We watched as Raymond ran screaming to his house.
We picked up the blanket
and went home.
Sometimes
love is like that.
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