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Because he was the robin, see I built him a birdhouse made of the fingernails I chipped from every time I was forced to button up my own flannel shirt It was quite silly and awkward-looking So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there It would take a lot of fake smiles and wooden blinds to tolerate a habitation such as the one I constructed for him So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there When he told me he was making a nest I took a paring knife from the kitchen drawer When he told me he was making a nest I gave him 10 inches of weave to (through) the twigs When he told me there were lots of split ends and varied shades I wasn't too hurt because it was true And I knew he would use twisty ties from bread bags instead Which were much more practical than 10 inches of lover's hair I just couldn't understand why he didn't give it back He misplaced it, he said How can you misplace something I had (longed) for him
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
ungrateful naivety (perhaps)
Because he was the robin, see I built him a birdhouse made of the fingernails I chipped from every time I was forced to button up my own flannel shirt It was quite silly and awkward-looking So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there It would take a lot of fake smiles and wooden blinds to tolerate a habitation such as the one I constructed for him So it didn't bother me when he didn't want to live there When he told me he was making a nest I took a paring knife from the kitchen drawer When he told me he was making a nest I gave him 10 inches of weave to (through) the twigs When he told me there were lots of split ends and varied shades I wasn't too hurt because it was true And I knew he would use twisty ties from bread bags instead Which were much more practical than 10 inches of lover's hair I just couldn't understand why he didn't give it back He misplaced it, he said How can you misplace something I had (longed) for him
kate-lyn
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Jan 3, 2013
Jan 3, 2013 at 3:12 AM UTC
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