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fed the birds my monday. held out my hand, and fed them mirth from a lifeline pun. blackbirds. early morning connoisseurs i fed them my monday. all gone pecked. now, first suspect - in a ****** of crows. i rose from the damp. surveyed the scene of the crime and bled. no contest nor are there ribbons given even if you don't want one. you'll find another monday with a stray dog star... a crown for a chipped tooth. it will always say " You shoulda' seen The Day Before...." then promptly - plop on your stoop... and vaguely, as if seen from three paces behind stained glass... Sunday sulks into view like Dostoyevsky belching "Hey Jude" backwards, just strolling down East, Main street with an egg-cream and a fist of kettle corn. soggy in his meaty paw an earlier downpour you slept through. or maybe, this just happens to me ? now then. birds fed, i wandered off. biting my upper lip to keep Christmas in my Edelweiss grip. left the birds a book called " How To Fly " and they still flew away.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
MONDAY'S DODO EMO [ centered ]
fed the birds my monday. held out my hand, and fed them mirth from a lifeline pun. blackbirds. early morning connoisseurs i fed them my monday. all gone pecked. now, first suspect - in a ****** of crows. i rose from the damp. surveyed the scene of the crime and bled. no contest nor are there ribbons given even if you don't want one. you'll find another monday with a stray dog star... a crown for a chipped tooth. it will always say " You shoulda' seen The Day Before...." then promptly - plop on your stoop... and vaguely, as if seen from three paces behind stained glass... Sunday sulks into view like Dostoyevsky belching "Hey Jude" backwards, just strolling down East, Main street with an egg-cream and a fist of kettle corn. soggy in his meaty paw an earlier downpour you slept through. or maybe, this just happens to me ? now then. birds fed, i wandered off. biting my upper lip to keep Christmas in my Edelweiss grip. left the birds a book called " How To Fly " and they still flew away.
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Nov 6, 2012
Nov 6, 2012 at 10:41 AM UTC
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