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Birdman
Jan 20, 2022 16:49:44 GMT -5
Post by petra6 on Jan 20, 2022 16:49:44 GMT -5
I dig your birdverse, man, my ear pressed to your poem, And groove the alto sax, The reed in Desmond's lips.
I mean nothing by this friend, but everything I cannot say. There is a great church in you, man. built of the hunger.
It chants the hours of the unfinished birth. And I attend you brother, for you have found where you were needed in me.
Matins, nonce and vespers i am the voice from out of the cowl, and of those nails would I pull them myself.
Break my teeth upon them to free those fingers. Twist tight the pegs, Birdman! The tune plays forever
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Birdman
Jan 20, 2022 21:58:40 GMT -5
Post by judih on Jan 20, 2022 21:58:40 GMT -5
parker hymnal let's take it from the top one more time
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Birdman
Jan 20, 2022 23:21:25 GMT -5
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Post by Petra on Jan 20, 2022 23:21:25 GMT -5
You are fun Judih, thanks.😊
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Birdman
Jan 22, 2022 12:26:04 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by agrimmeer on Jan 22, 2022 12:26:04 GMT -5
I’d give a gallon of talons just to hear the sorrowful call.
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Birdman
Jan 22, 2022 16:03:23 GMT -5
Post by petra6 on Jan 22, 2022 16:03:23 GMT -5
I’d give a gallon of talons just to hear the sorrowful call. I know you can hear it, A-D
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