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Dead Birds
Contributed by
Merry
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Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
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Lifepoems
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The corpses of black birds Collected in shoe boxes Wrapped in silk scarves Buried with elaborate care Holes dug with silver spoons Last used at Christmas dinner Wont be missed until next year Shell notice the scarf is missing But shell think she lost it We hover over the newly dug grave Poor little birds, poor little souls Out in the backyard under the fence The smell of dirt in the springtime is unforgettable GMM 2003
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Merry
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2003-09-27 00:05:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Dead Birds
(User Rating: 1 ) by Rakerman1999 on
Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 05:09:34 PM AEST (User
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I like this Merry... the hint of darkness gets my attention. ;o)Larry |
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Re: Dead Birds
(User Rating: 1 ) by venkat on
Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 06:58:43 AM AEST (User
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I don't know what to say but it is a cute thing that you did. venkat |
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