JUST LIKE ME AND YOU
Starlings seem gone and all that's
left for Winter now are dark-eyed
Juncos. Boy, are they small. The
book says that's 'Winter-Weather
Gray' they wear. Neat color, and
it'll have to do.
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Myself, in no ermine coat, I am
walking a lightly-frozen wooded
path. I want to say without a care,
but, c'mon, really, that's all I have.
This miserable world is blind to me.
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Roil the oasis; pass the jiggered salt.
Rewrite the final ending. Make sure
the liquor's malt. I want to go to Africa,
some place like that before I die. To
wish to see locals in cast-off Who shirts.
I guess that's why. They seem to get
all our junk, and like it.
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