"My friend".....,
she said in tones so sweet,
"winter comes, and soon I sleep.
I come to say my fall goodbyes,
I'll miss your sweet soft feathers nye.
but in the spring,
I'll come again,
and we shall fly the bluest sky's.
so think of me in snowy deep,
and I shall dream of you and weep"
Wet Dog Wednesday
14 hours ago
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