Evening With the Birds

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"Tell me, you won't be the death of me"



I had hesitated slightly at these words

My confusion broke loose and I

stammered the answer back at you



You said you gave your head a vacation

I guess you really needed it and I thought,

what do I have?

What do I have?



It "ain't" love

And it ain't proper speech my dear

Im sure whatever it is, it's stuck on

your bedroom floor



I think we both know,

that you and the traffic will

chew me up and spit me out

And the rest of me will be left for the birds

I never minded feeding the birds



they make for a pretty evening and

a good

quiet

smoke

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