Birdies

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  • Childhood

    Birdies

    Little birdies

    In the trees

    Come sing

    A song,

    A song to me

     

    I am lonely

    And need you

    Come raise your voices

    In full bloom

     

    I see you at first light

    I see you in the night

    I wonder what you say

    When you sing such a pretty song

     

    Your voices raised

    Above the night

    The darkness you

    Have over some

     

    Won’t you teach me

    These ways tonight

    So that I

    May join the fun

     

    So please,

    Little birdies

    I beg of thee

    Come sing a song

    A song to me

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    Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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