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Silly

there's a hawk in the sky

and i'm wondering what

he's doing here

with all that freedom

 

this is no place for him,

with the rooftops of grey

he's got to be

going hungry

 

There's a fish in the sea

with arms and with legs

he ain't got no coins

so from me he begs

 

this is no place for him

with scales that don't shine

he'd rather be

drinkin' red wine

 

there's a rock in my shoe

who once was a cliff

when I asked him for proof

we got in a tiff

 

this is no place for him

with laces that tie

he'd rather be

dust to live by

 

there's a girl on the street

with more than two eyes

she feels more than she sees

that's why she cries

 

this is no place for her

with souls who are blind

she's got to flee

from such thoughtless grind

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kate-richter
American
Published
Jan 12, 2013
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