Feed the Birds
Feed the birds, especially those next door,
For I just admire their flight, see them soar.
Winter is near, food will not be easy.
Storms are here, and the weather is breezy.
I sprinkle birdseed each day. They need more.
True, they find their food, but they even store.
They search for insects and sunflower seeds.
They are careful to avoid toxic weeds.
Alas, the sweetheart who lives next to me,
Is always abroad and is full of glee.
She sends me photos of panoramas,
Though most of all, she loves the sweet llamas.
Can I ever woo her and get married?
Might as well forget her and get buried.
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