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That bird

There is a little birdie

who sits atop a tree,

right near my bedroom window

He's very close to me.

 

Every morning I can hear him

as he winds up with a song,

the only problem to me

is the song is way too long!

 

Not only is it too long,

it's the same song every day,

Although he thinks it playful

I'd rather he not stay!

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Sep 15, 2010
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