pretty bird, P.B. bird,
I hear you twittered, chattered all day long,
telling yourself that 'I'm a pretty bird, I'm a pretty bird,
hardly can argue, with someone like you,
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This is a sweet poem, P. B was your real muse, and only left your side
when he had no other option. I lost a pet two weeks ago and we had such
a lovely relationship; that's all I want to remember now, not the pain of
watching him leave.
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This is a sweet poem, P. B was your real muse, and only left your side when he had no other option. I lost a pet two weeks ago and we had such a lovely relationship; that's all I want to remember now, not the pain of watching him leave.