Here comes the beautiful blonde
in the blue coat that kills me.
She was out in the snow all night
looking for an African
gray parrot that someone
let slip away,
calling with a voice
that could coo even the
wildest of beasts down from the
heights of the cold trees.
Oct 30, 2022
Oct 30, 2022 at 9:12 PM UTC
Here comes the beautiful blonde
in the blue coat that kills me.
She was out in the snow all night
looking for an African
gray parrot that someone
let slip away,
calling with a voice
that could coo even the
wildest of beasts down from the
heights of the cold trees.
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