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ASK iAn * YES, it All Hurts*Baby Fly Away now…

I nearly crumble like old marble...i am getting older...who of the young breed will look after the small?

They fly into me...looking for hands to softly throw them Heavenwards...and i Do...

My head is an Aqua Tank sized Tear...

I Roll on and do my Digger job...I bury beautiful feathers...as i listen to my heart

Crunch

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just a little bit more....

no dollar

no pride

something has bitten some sunlight out from my stride...out from my quiet grace....

this beautiful world dies a little more everyday...quit dying YOU, and Learn now how to love it somehow.....

another musical note gone...

another reason why sad songs make so much sense....

i wish i held helpless babies in love for infinity....

but they come to me now only...

to close them out...

thank you for your sweet songs baby....

fly to where it's Always

Soft.

The bird without fair lover comes in over my Mother's shoulder, smashes into my left shoulder and skids to a halt in convulsions on the deck....i pick her up, and she is in convulsions....i walk her into the center of the garden and pray for her...to be lifted softly away...as my stupid tears fall...i feel her soul compact outward...as her soft milk blue eyes close....and she is gone....i bury her in seed and purple flowers...and my Sunday is sadly spent and done...i'm tired Lord...Heal Us All Tonight...and take this baby home, please....


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