but no one heard it's call
it music'd there upon the branch
no thoughts that it might fall
it's song was joy the tweets so prim
her happiness was shared
for what could make a small bird blue
when all the sky is dared
twitter went the little bird
Twitter went my phone
I watched the bird in gorgeousness
while I was so alone
I watched and heard the little bird
but nothing she could sing
could clear the sadness, tears and pain
nor could my Twitter do the same.
--
Friar Greg
friar.gregarious@gmail.com
Twitter: FriarGregarious
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