Topic: The Robin | |
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As I awoke this morning
When all sweet things are born A robin perched upon my sill To signal the coming morn He was fragile young proud and gay And softly did he sing Thoughts of happiness and joy Into my heart did ring I smiled gently at his song Then paused beside my bed I quickly closed the window And banged him on the head |
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The morning sun was rising
it's orange hue aglow casting rays of birth and hope in lieu of night times flow I hopped and bounced from sill to sill with innocence and glee I sought to spread but happiness and sang a song or three Suddenly the light was gone the stars were out again but this time moving 'round my head oh god, ouch, the pain |
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It all about perspectives good job guys, although unexpected I bet for OP.
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Oh gosh you guys lol very well done
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oh Freebird and James, both unexpected ending... Bravo!!!!
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Let's make it a Trilogy ! Get your writing trousers on
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I’ve got the same old view
day after day And at night, I see the stars. Sometimes I get dirty Sometimes, squeaky clean But, I bet you’ll see right through me. Every now and then I find a friend who lands upon my sill But, today, I was a pane. (sorry little guy). |
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Edited by
Freebird Deluxe
on
Sun 06/23/19 01:14 PM
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Forgive forget what's done is done
Although my head is throbbing Oh wait I see a shiny car Thought the little Robin He didn't like my pretty song It's gleaming now But not for long I'll fly around a little bit And splatter it with ship ship ship |
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