Shirow Walker Biography

Sing little bird, I knew you first.
Your words so gentle; fell
and settled to cast a shadow
one night upon my window sill.
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I am proud to be a frog, though I know not why.
The green of my skin, so utterly devine;
as to what others say, (to which I am blind)
'You are proud to be a frog, though we do not know why'.
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To that last day, that final hour.
Upon those fleeting seconds,
When words like death to family seem dour
I will say, lay me to rest beneath the bower
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