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Little Robin

Poem by: Robin32

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humor,life

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Submitted: January 27, 2007

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Submitted: January 27, 2007

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Little Robin 5/24/2006

 

There's a lonesome
Little Robin on a tree step
by my door
he'd sing
He would call me little bird
I thought that was so absurd
He would play his guitar
And sing to me
As time went by i'd
come to visit
He'd be in the same place
as usual his chair at the
end of the table
He'd always have somthing
new to say
And a different joke for each day
Solitair he'd play
Preparing his menu
As I gotten older he said
Your no longer little bird
Your big bird.
Grandpa


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