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A Little Bird Has Flown
Once I thought I'd surely die
Without your precious loving kindness,
But now I really wonder why
I suffered from such a naive blindness.
I've found bigger fish to fry -
I'll go my own way, just you see,
Gone are the nights I'd sit and cry
And write such awful poetry.
It was my slavish attitude
That made me write such second-rate verse
That was full of cliche and platitude
And it was going from bad to worse!
I suppose it is a lover's curse
To imagine he'll come to a sticky end,
He'll end up in some rose-strewn hearse
Or else go completely round the bend!
Your company was my delight,
I swore I'd love you till I die,
You were an angel in my sight
And that's something that I won't deny.
But it was just a cul-de-sac
That I was trapped in for a while -
The memories come flooding back
How I was conquered by your smile.
But that's enough! Now times have changed,
I'll seek a future of my own,
My priorities are rearranged,
The little bird of love has flown.
poem
by
John Thorkild Ellison
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