One of the Sleepy Seven
I wish I had
a talking bird
to tell me
what to do
she could ride
really high (and miles ahead)
and show me what
to do
she could eat
the worms beneath my feet
no Furies on me instead
then I could dream
beside the stream
and say its all in my
head
and say its all in my
head
Copyright © Michael Miers | Year Posted 2015
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