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September The Ninth

Robert Wyatt

Woman wishing for wings,
(Too large a lump to pass for bird),
Hopes that by wishing hard enough
She will cast off the ballast.
And the swallows
Will politely accept her waving arms
As wings,
And she will join in with them,
And she will rise up with them,
And she will
Fly.