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The Birds
5 days ago
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I love you a little too much
a lot too little,
sometimes high, sometimes low,
all over the place,
yet no place at all.
The birds ask me how much,
and I sharpen my mouth
and whistle my feelings.
One spits out a seed,
shakes its head,
claps a wing over its beak
offers me a worm.
