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[sid] => 23913
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Dead Birds
[time] => 2003-09-27 00:05:00
[hometext] => my sister and I used to find dead things and bury them in the backyard - we often would take Mom's pretty scarves to to wrap the corpses. We were a couple of little witches.
[bodytext] => The corpses of black birds Collected in shoe boxes Wrapped in silk scarves Buried with elaborate care Holes dug with silver spoons Last used at Christmas dinner Won’t be missed until next year She’ll notice the scarf is missing But she’ll think she lost it We hover over the newly dug grave Poor little birds, poor little souls Out in the backyard under the fence The smell of dirt in the springtime is unforgettable ©GMM 2003 [comments] => 2 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Merry [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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