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an exchange

When I am out of battery

you’ll push me.

When you are scrunched

I’ll let you loose.

You’ll drive us through

the hills.

I’ll tell you the names

of things (flowers

& hills – some of them wrong).

And, as slow as we take things,

from time to time,

when the water’s right,

we’ll dive in.

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