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Dead Birds
Contributed by
Merry
on
Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 12:05:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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The corpses of black birds
Collected in shoe boxes
Wrapped in silk scarves
Buried with elaborate care
Holes dug with silver spoons
Last used at Christmas dinner
Won’t be missed until next year
She’ll notice the scarf is missing
But she’ll think she lost it
We hover over the newly dug grave
Poor little birds, poor little souls
Out in the backyard under the fence
The smell of dirt in the springtime is unforgettable
©GMM 2003
Copyright ©
Merry
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2003-09-27 00:05:00]
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Re: Dead Birds
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by Rakerman1999 on
Saturday, 27th September 2003 @ 05:09:34 PM AEST
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| I like this Merry... the hint of darkness gets my attention. ;o)Larry |
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Re: Dead Birds
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by venkat on
Sunday, 28th September 2003 @ 06:58:43 AM AEST
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| I don't know what to say but it is a cute thing that you did. venkat |
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