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two birds on a park bench,
two feathers to one flock.
one flies away and leaves the other,
on a bench with blighted moss.
a finch, a swallow,
a gull, a jay,
and one black guillemot,
fly south and sing of warmer things,
till the cold is all but naught.
one bird upon a park bench,
one feather to one flock.
It stood alone throughout the weather,
on a bench whose wood had rot.
a finch, a swallow,
a gull, a jay,
and one black guillemot,
flew far and knew for sure there'd be,
one bird left among the frost.
- by mint apple tea |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/19/2016 |
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- Title: The Resident.
- Artist: mint apple tea
- Description: Just a little poem I wrote today. I'm not really good at poetry but I thought I'd go for it anyways.
- Date: 04/19/2016
- Tags: resident
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