Doves
I'm surrounded by doves.
They fly to my terrace.
I go to my window.
My arms out in Paris.
And oh; how I've passion
for these birds of great fame
as they **** on my patio-
Filthy Pigeons by name.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2017
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