I woke up early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still,
when suddenly a 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 away places,
of laughter and of fun,
it seemed his very chirping,
brought up the morning sun.
I stirred beneath my covers,
crept slowly out of bed,
and gently shut the window,
and crushed his bloody head!!!
(Im not a morning person).
2006-12-13
07:35:14
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