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mocking bird |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia 
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What kind of bird be thee that sits noisily in yonder tree daily, gaily mocking me? I look to see but am again blinded by your deceitful beauty. And when I say I love you, yet you mock me! Fly away please, I’ve heard your song too many times. It is no longer a sweet refrain, but the song of pain. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Oh Kacy, I hope all is well with you, sweet friend, may you find the true canary of your heart who will always sing songs of compassionate love to you, this is touching, we all love you so much! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet Kacy, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton "Underneath your clothes there's an endless story..." |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Kacy, This is excellent. |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Got the little tweeter in the crosshairs!!! Sorry, some birds just gotta go. lol (Wish it was that easy) |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
Noah, it's ok, it's just poetry. Thank you, Sy! Duncan!!! |
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Duncan Member Ascendant
since 2001-08-07
Posts 5455 |
Should I make soup of the little tweeter? |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
This is a gem of poem. You've written this so well and the metaphor you used was so effective in conveying your message. Are you sure it wasn't a turkey? He sounds like one to me! hehe Linda |
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The Lonely Stranger Member
since 1999-06-18
Posts 361Upstate, NY, USA |
Wonderful use of metaphor. Very nice and sadly .... a timeless message ... and they sent him home happy ... one hundred percent. |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
....but have you ever noticed with Mockingbirds... or others, that when one leaves, another comes to take his place... in a way, perpetual song my friend. jwesley |
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