soft bed

there i sat staring into space wondering why

those damn birds can go up high and fly

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see last night i tried to fly and did not succeed

i really wanted to worse than you can imagine

yes indeed!

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well i scraped my face and my poor knee

my mom gave me a cup of honey and green tea

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it gave me comfort and joy

but i’m to old for a toy

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so she gave me a kiss on the head

sent me off to my old soft bed!

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About kwicksand

Sinking in the quicksand of my thoughts. ~David Bowie
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4 Responses to soft bed

  1. I dont know if you meant it to be funny, but I laughed

  2. Cubby says:

    Did you try with big enough wings? It’s all about the wing span! Love this. 🙂

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