donut
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 posted on 6/1/07 at 10:46 AM |
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The Robin (not for the faint hearted!)
as i awoke this morning
when all good things are born
a robin perched on my sill
to hail a happy morn
he was so young and fragile
and sweetly did he sing
and thought of joy and happiness
into my heart did spring
i smiled so sweetly to myself
as i paused beside my bed
i slowly brought the window down
and squashed his tiny head
Andy
When I die, I want to go peacefully like my Grandfather did, in his sleep -- not screaming, like the passengers in his car.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/andywest1/
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macnab
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| posted on 6/1/07 at 06:17 PM |
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or...
i slowly pulled out my air riffle
and blew off his head
I know totally uncalled for nastiness...
[Edited on 6/1/07 by macnab]
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