EPISODE · May 19, 2024 · 1 MIN
Grab
from Poetry by Tim Windisch · host Tim Windisch
Grab Hey babe, I’m supposed to be the shoulder, I mean, after all I’m the one who’s older Things would be better if I could just hold her, warm sunny day but I’m feeling colder Isolate the problem to try to get a better view, keep it all inside until it consumes you Can’t build a wall and me expect to see through, hide and seek is not the thing to do Grab my hand, my head my heart Let me keep you from falling apart Grab my vibe, my vision, my voice, Let me help improve your choice Grab me baby I got a broad chest ready to stick out in support, I’ll be your protection, our home your fort I’ll get in front of every arrow no matter how I have to contort, always on the ready to report Trust me babe, I mean every word I say, waking up to you is the ultimate way to start my day Armed with a sword lest there be a dragon to slay, ready with a smile when it’s time to play Grab my leg, my love , my life Let me be your man, baby be my wife Grab my shirt, my shoulder, my soul Let me be by your side, cause together we’re whole Grab me baby Tim Windisch 05/19/2024
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