She is no more; who bade me morn-
Alas; she is no more-
Whose song so sweet, did entice-
Her days; forever o'er.
Vibrant tones, she did emit-
Enlivening my days.
Saddest of my many tears-
Silently she lays.
Tis a shame; one's regrets-
Remembrance has its age.
Such a pity when one forgets-
food and water in her cage
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This started off so nice too.
At least you didn't toss the poor bird down the well...or did you afterwards? lol
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I'll help. Did you need bandages or anything when you fell?
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Yes, I needed band aids for the boo boos. lol And of course I felt like a complete idiot. No one saw except my youngest and she's taking great delight in retelling the story. I get to keep reliving it as if the aches weren't enough of a reminder. lol
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Kids are so cool. They get such delight out of others pain, lol Whenever I fall when shoveling I get up really quick, don't look around to see who is watching and pretend it didn't happen, lol
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Yes, everyone was mad at me when I wrote it because it seemed so sweet and then I starved it, lol. Ok, if I figure this out right, comment to this now, that will be 997
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I'm not that much of a mathtard...I can count you know
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You forget. I had only about 16 poems on this account. I'd deleted them all. I brought these all over from an archive I had back around January 9th.
Who said you were a mathtard, lol I was just explaining what I was doing. Geesh, welcome back, lol -
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I forget that you forget. lol I told you I was a mathtard. Oh never mind.
Thanks. It's good to be back
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