KayJay
Written by Semper Fi 83 8/20/07
I looked out in my garden,
And there on the fountain beyond my french doors,
Was a lovely and rare bird.
Whose call sounded like somewhat of a word.
KAYJAY! KAYJAY!
As I paused to reflect,
This new song charged my intellect,
And I found that I was now in a trance.
A hypnosis induced dance of sorts,
For my head had become an auditorium.
Right next to the Chrysanthemums!
All there was was the call of this bird,
KAYJAY! KAYJAY!
As I looked at the light,
The doctor was holding,
I thought back to that lovely bird.
That's when I yelled KAYJAY! KAYJAY!
Then the needle........sleepy.........
2007-08-20
12:39:36
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