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           Hello
Thanks for the gold x

Just passing through with some lyrics for you

I remember that July, the panic and the heat
The savage shine of summer, the strychnine in the street
The way they sold each other for a favor in glassine
The best of friends sold brothers for a dime of quinine dreams

Like a night this side of dying
Her day's inside the dropper on the shelf
Like the shelter she's been buying
Not a thing I've got can save her
When she just can't save herself
She just can't save herself

Carole King

2 gold ty

Sprinkled x
Lovebirds ty

Cock - A - Dooooooooodle - Doooooooo!!!
WAKEY! WAKEY!
Rise and shine.
Don't do that Petal it's Sunday!
Humans like a lie-in if possible.
Too late - she's done it. SIGH!
XXXX

Little Owl...by Donna Earle...
..my little owl...
you sit there so serene
made of brass
you dimly glow,
with fire unseen.

wisdom in you eyes,
so wild,
glaring ,
like the night creature
you are.
sitting still,

I touch you each time I pass,
caressing cold feathers,
made of brass,
knowing in the wild,
you would peck my hand
until I cried.

.You would turn on your golden eyes
and swoop down from midnight skies
and scare me...

and you would hoot to warn your kind
that I was there,
unwanted in the black night.

But here you are mine
and I feel a little sad
to think of your savage ,wild silence...

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