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Early Birds

Dawn’s warning Can never come too early For early birds like me But for that poor worm The dawn is a germ That grows insidiously, rancidly. Every morning Sister’s yearning For the one she loves He’s not here So sorry dear His echo rapes the coves Where he once was Floating with innocent doves And gracefully, gracefully Up, and out of this world Into oblivion where dreams prevail To no avail and sailors lose their coats In the morning In the morning, a floating mist Creeps up and over the world A second cup of coffee will do For the stress of that lost shoe A bread loaf covered with mold The one the hooligans stole The one the delinquents vanquished The one those jerks had taken There are no people here to worry about This is not the city

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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