LeungKen Posted October 18, 2007 Share Posted October 18, 2007 MORNING POEM I woke one early morning, The earth lay cool and still When suddenly a tiny bird Perched on my window sill, He sang a song so lovely So carefree and so gay, That slowly all my troubles Began to slip away, He sang of far off places Of laughter and of fun It seemed his very trilling, Brought up the morning sun. I stirred beneath the covers Crept slowly out of bed, Then gently shut the window And crushed his bl**dy head. I'm not a morning person. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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