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Klaus the Bird
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Some Random & Some Good Poetry Looking for a bird,
That escaped from my house.
Checking the neighborhood,
For the bird Mr.Klause.
In the trees,
and the birds nest too.
We try to see,
If i can find you.
Looking all around,
asking the kids.
Checking the ground,
for car skids.
I find my bird,
On the ground.
Motionless and obsurd,
to find you dead when you are found.
This is very neat...since I eat roadkill and stuff you know, people probably lose their pets in my stomach.
But there was this one moldy crow that I found one time...was that Klause? He made my tummy queasy...
:( ....oh sally quit eating dead animals...it's not ladylike...