if
you fell
all tangled up
by my side
i wouldn’t sic
the dogs out
i’d let you cry
til you wrung yourself
out
bone dry
she's still not over the fact that she is under the ground she speaks in rattly, clattery hissing voices whenever they come around "I'll reach right up and turn your ankles you unforgivable gits, for burying me, prematurely, over a spell of the coughing fits" so angry with her new residence and bored a deeper shade of blue she's knocked over her marble marker and broken it clean in two. Boo! ~ Rene 2010 To join Magpie Tales click HERE For another take on this magpie please check out "The Song Of The Stone Healer"
Thank you for this. I loved how accepted this made me feel.
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