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The Little Bird


Locke2121

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I don't remember where I got this....

 

 

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 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,

Then gently shut the window

And crushed his tiny head.

 

 

 

I AM NOT A MORNING PERSON!

 

 

 

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