found an old poem (2011)

Baby, I'm a table-top mantrying to put it there for you. Whispering about tomorrow. Lover, I'm a lover of the land fist with a steady hand save you sorrows for my arms. Home is less a home than you when I hold you i am new light to spread over land and grow again Baby I'm a table-top man trying to put it there for you. Whispering about tomorrow. Lover, while you're here murmer a quick lulaby twist me again