Dawn Chorus

Last night the nightingale woke me,

Singing alone on a branch of a tree

   In the garden so dark and so dim;

His heavenly voice seemed to come from up high,

And his message of love permeated the sky,

And I have to admit I'd a tear in my eye

   When I shot him.

◄ A Little Boy Dreams Of Revenge

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Don Matthews

Sun 14th Jul 2019 00:13

You beast!....

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