My shadow is a shape-shifting,
Steady presence
Sometimes when we’re out together,
She climbs the roadside fence
Sometime she slinks behind me,
Curled up like a ball
Sometimes it looks like she’s on stilts
With such long legs and tall
My shadow likes to be in front
And lead the way
She likes to be included,
Not disappear into the shade
She likes to go for walks
In the park and by the sea
She likes to hold hands
And tries to kiss
The man beside of me
She likes when she
Has flowers in her hair
And that the purse she carries
Is as light as air
She likes to dance and skip
And sometimes stomp her feet
She likes the sunshine
And she likes me
And I think that's really neat
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