Deceived
Little white dove sat on my window porch today,
Just singing away.
Noticing dirt behind it's ear,
I started to fear.
No,
I do not have time neither give in to hear.
Closing the drapes,
Bird's song full of sour grapes.
Only last words to say,
"Your gossip lips, not today!"
Copyright © Mark Hansen | Year Posted 2006
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