a still day –
the birds outside chirping
their asses off
© Steve Mitchell 2017
😀 They’re high on olives from our tree.
😛 feeling no pain…
“Oh think of me, my darlin’ when Spring is in the air. And them bald headed birds are whisperin’ everywhere. When you see them headin’ southward in their dirty underwear it’s the Tennessee bird walk”
And they like to go swimmin’ with bow-legged women…
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