I always thought that I picked a cotton dove
Which could help me in soaring high above
Serenading dulcet with mellifluent melodies
To smile at me and go softly for a warm kiss
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Though clearly I was terribly mistaken, love
To pick you, the remorseful songs you have
You clipped my wings tattered, cackled lies
Grinned at me and went straight for my eyes.
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Poetry"A robin redbreast in a cage Puts all heaven in a rage..." -William Blake
