I could display my toys and dolls,
you could arrange old photographs.
I could give you a hammer,
you could give me nails to hold onto.
I would give nails to you
in groups of three and pairs of two
and kiss them as I let them go.
The nails I hand to you
can make our dreams come true,
I'll kiss them as I let you go.
By Julie Webb
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