A silly little bird
Is flitting round my brain
I fear it may do damage
My memories it may drain
But wait a bit I’ve got it wrong
So typical of me
The silly tit’s a song
And he’s singing just for thee
The words go back and then go forth
Just like a bird in flight
I hear the tune so clearly now
My memories they are tight
I love the song this birdie sings
A gentle misty tune
If only all could hear his song
Of peace and love and soon
Lovely 🙂
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Thank you
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âsoonâ is the operative word here, Pam. XOXO
~ Jill ~
“Aspire to inspire before you expire”
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Agreed!
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A song of peace. I love that imagery!
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Thank you. If only more people would sing it . . .
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