Friday, 2 October 2009

We Are Rich

For my sister, who asked me to read this at her wedding last May:

Put your hand in mine
And we'll walk barefoot
In the sun-warmed back yard.
We'll lie down on hot concrete
And dream that it's grass.
With iced beer in wet bottles
We'll pretend it's champagne.

Put your hand in mine
We are rich.

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