You used to have a parakeet—
Only, you- called it a lovebird.
You named her Philly. Actually, her name was something exponentially more ridiculous, though I will not grant you the satisfaction you might feel if you were to perhaps come across this piece of writing later, reading in print the full name of your lovebird and my speculative childhood antagonist.
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nice poem. makes me feel like that lovebird. a ten from me.