Sunday, November 27, 2011


You sing songs like a bird builds nests
structurally sound with the comfort to match
But having such skills can lead to such stress
thus jeopardizing you quarters of thatch
It'll blow right off with the slightest breeze
gently abrupt without warning or sign
But shelter will be the last thing o'er your sleeve
as you drink up your limited barrel of wine

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