Wednesday, December 13, 2023

Days of Old

 


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  1. Evokes memories:

    "The Robin"

    I woke early one morning,
    the earth lay cool and still
    when suddenly a tiny bird
    perched on my window sill.

    He sang a song so lovely
    so carefree and so gay,
    that slowly all my troubles
    began to slip away.

    He sang of far off places
    of laughter and of fun,
    It seemed his very trilling,
    brought up the morning sun.

    I stirred beneath the covers
    crept slowly out of bed,
    and swiftly shut the window
    and crushed his fucking head.

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    1. Reminds me of the “Yellow Bird” marching cadence.

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  2. Red lips, fingertips.

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  3. Ah, I see white peepo.

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  4. Poke that kid with 45 vaccines before kindergarten.

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