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I picked up a small antique bird
in a musty old shop
a bit of twine tied ‘round its leg
I held it for a moment or two
then set it down, walked away slow
in search of the next pretty thing
Did I hear it call out to me as I turned?
I couldn’t really be sure
but I picked it up once more
pressed it close to my ear
and this is the story I heard
I’ve been sitting here
Just waiting for you
For many long years and a day
If you take me home
I have secrets to share
There’s so much that I’ve seen in this world
Do you know where I’ve been?
Do you know who’s owned me?
I bet that you’re dying to know
So I paid for that bird
that’s now perched on my shelf
but it’s never again uttered a word
(Day 8: 1 subject 30 ways #personificationpoem)
When I grow up, I want to write like you. Magical! xxxx
What an incredible compliment coming from you, Amy! Thanks for the inspiration.
Wait just a minute now
I bought it for you
And I remember how
And when too
In a shop down
In Old Niles town
The day we drove around
And remembering Nile was cute
But that point is moot
Because it is not
It’s just dirty dusty and old
Not what we were Told
Plus breakfast was shitty
Ain’t that a pity
But we still had big fun
Cause I live you Hun!!!!!
Sent from my iPhone
and now I know what is in your brain
no different better or worse than mine
NOT insane
equal –the same
only difference it seems to me
yours don’t LOOP–you see?
Robert C. Moore RSVP Publications Blackhawk, CA. 94506
Cell-925-200-4002
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