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BREAKING BREAD WITH THE DEAD
BREAKING BREAD WITH THE DEAD
The rockin' robins no longer sing
and Stripy the 'possum doesn't eat what I bring
Chipper and Chippette who aren't really my pets
don't come by to place their food-friendly bets
and the blue jays don't fly down to steal the peanuts
and the sparrows don't come by to take their fair cuts
Donald and Daisy duck found a new place to live
and I've really run out of fucks to give
Everything I love still sings in my head
Breaking bread with the dead instead
The rockin' robins no longer sing
and Stripy the 'possum doesn't eat what I bring
Chipper and Chippette who aren't really my pets
don't come by to place their food-friendly bets
and the blue jays don't fly down to steal the peanuts
and the sparrows don't come by to take their fair cuts
Donald and Daisy duck found a new place to live
and I've really run out of fucks to give
Everything I love still sings in my head
Breaking bread with the dead instead
Published 18th Apr 2019
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18th Apr 2019 1:27pm
26th Jun 2019 6:58am
I love my nature friends. I will miss them as much as they will miss me,,,,,,,
15th Dec 2019 1:54pm
17th Dec 2019 2:27am
Thank you for the comment, alfstoversongs. I often find that a FUCK-IT punch delivers the climax of my emotional expression. Because, hey, that's just emotional honesty...FUCK IT.....
