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It's only bread,you peckerheads
I watched birds battle for a piece of bread.
The flutter of wings and pecks,
producing a pile of crumbs.
I thought, "You idiots, if you'd have worked
together you might've had something left."
All of that violence over bread
turned to crumbs.
I'm gonna make some toast instead.
The flutter of wings and pecks,
producing a pile of crumbs.
I thought, "You idiots, if you'd have worked
together you might've had something left."
All of that violence over bread
turned to crumbs.
I'm gonna make some toast instead.
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