The cat standing at the window
Watching a bird constantly fly into it
"Here birdie, here birdie" it keeps calling out
As time and again the poor bird flies into the window
Every time the bird hits the glass
The cat laughs
Music
Give me the beat boy to frrr my soul Music is life in its purest form May your music ring the tone That brings this wayward traveler homes
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They were fools to interrupt this day My day Where I was to be wed to the man I love Did they not think I would be armed Did they not thin... -
Have an idea Have a plan The wheels in your mind turning and churning Work with your idea Turn it into something fantastic
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