what shall i do
what shall i do
said the small bird
in a cage with many other twitterers
twittering
cooked later golden
smaller than a wing at the colonel
skinned little birdie pile
4 and twenty beat the pie rap
heads still sleeping
eyes closed dreaming of saffron
and marzipan
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- eric d
- if a photo, image or dress isn't mine i'll identify who's it is, or at least from whence it came.
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2 comments:
when you start living boaty, i shall be your galley slave!
well
my first slave offer
how sweet
i shoulda stayed buoy
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