5.41
is the time on the clock face,
when the first kookaburra
calls.
this corner of the world,
still dark and cold.
but then i suppose,
some poor sucker,
had to get the early bird gig
i just wish, it was'nt,
the noisiest bird in the park.
look out worms.....laughing death is on the wing.
and thus starts another day.
Jun 16, 2014
Jun 16, 2014 at 4:04 PM UTC
5.41
is the time on the clock face,
when the first kookaburra
calls.
this corner of the world,
still dark and cold.
but then i suppose,
some poor sucker,
had to get the early bird gig
i just wish, it was'nt,
the noisiest bird in the park.
look out worms.....laughing death is on the wing.
and thus starts another day.
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