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as the flock arrived

as the flock arrived
resting in the setting sun
with gentle birdsong

our traditions

our traditions
it's how we've always done things
'til we learn better

an impatient sigh

an impatient sigh
heralds the coming of night
seek refuge anywhere

out in the aether

out in the aether
there is an itch to be scratched
that need to create

an evening breeze

an evening breeze
drifting across a grey sky
a gentle caress

to compose a verse

to compose a verse
to tweet while just slightly drunk
silly friday nights

still in the morning

still in the morning
with a start birds start chirping
weird all the way down