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Join Date: Jan 2009
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Posts: 49
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Poetry - Old Bird
Old Bird, what's that you're singing?
Chirp-chirp-chirp, the morning.
No one knows anymore.
It's all just concrete.
Bricks and mortar.
Blood and tears.
Goodbye, my
dears. Old
Bird will
sing
no
m
o
r
e.
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