STANDING IN THE GRAVEYARD
WITH CHRISTOPHER SMITH
Just like that magic in the flute, I was headed
where I stayed - thankfully above ground. I
like it better that way. Everything else has its
marbles, things good to be said. But, poor old
Chris Smith, I'll let him go in my stead.
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Two bluejays were making a racket - loud birds
they can be. I once saw a bluebird here too, up
in a tree : they take a little birdhouse, small to see,
but it works, if you can get them started, they stay.
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I know that now - and how human-like is that?
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