Yes, she pigeon!
I hear all you say,
the love you two had,
the wheat you two shared together,
the way you let him to eat first,
as you watched him eating,
and at the end of all these,
he deserted you putting his drop on
your wing,
and you still retain it,
as a penance or to show it to committee of piegons,
you blink away your agony,
you coo away your agony,
and restart living.
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