Birdies chirp in tree tops yawning their whimsical branches at the sun People stroll indifferently to distinct but equally dull destinies far below Why do the birds interest me and the teeming hosts of humans bore me Exception, of course, being the beautiful young lass, skipping through love As though jumping rope, never missing a beat, up up down, up up down Well, truthfully, the birds no longer interest me either, it is time to eat Will you join me for lunch?
Posted on: Thu, 18 Jul 2013 05:15:51 +0000
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