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Who knew the little bird would grow wings
And fly over the legendary kings
Now the flying bird in the air swings
His sparkling coloured wings.
Who knew the little bird would learn to sing
Songs of beautiful tunes and rhymes
His had been lamenting ballads
Cursing Maryland plantations
But see how the singing bird sings
Of books, suits and wines.
Who knew the little bird would learn to feel
The sickness, tiredness and coldness
His had been cracking the rocks
With unquestionable willingness.
And who knew the little bird would fear not to perch
Upon every tall tree tops after long search
For which it’s little nest would beautifully hang
It, had been in the dark quiet cave
But see how its young ones come singing
From New York trimmed vegetation.
Mind not about tomorrow
Let tomorrow worry about you
Sing not the song you sang yesterday
A new one will take you through
You’re this fearless strong flying king
Not the one yesterday they overthrew
And you gotta go flying high with your new wings
No one will tell where you flew
But if you dare stare down at folks sing
You will fall down upon the floor
THE LAMENT OF THE DIVORCED HUSBAND
When you waved to me, Amanda
I liked it in my blindness,
I thought there were many in
Uganda
Far better or in your likeness
Now east, west I wander
Searching your likeness
But I have got none like you,
Amanda
They all lack your liveliness.
When I saw your back fading
away Amanda
With bags balancin’ in your
hands
I felt the whole world in my
hands
And I saw a thousand beauties on
my heels
But in a thousand I have got
none
I have got none like you,
Amanda
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Oh my love…
You hold my heart with ought falling
You’re the dearest gift from above
That has the best glittering wrapping
And I hid in you so you’re my cave
Where I shelter when the rain is falling
Oh my love….
You have hidden my soul in the safe place
Better off than all other places
And you have said it’s gonna be our palace
Where men live with all pleasures
And we shall make our own race.
Oh my love…
You’re the map I hold in my hands
When hiking through the wildness
And I find a way through strange lands
So you take away my blindness.
Oh my love…
I’m nothing without your love,
I’m something with your arms around me
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Each of us
got a foot
Yet not all
of us walk
The road is for
the few
Those who
got a shoe
Each of got
a tongue
Yet not all
of us speak
The speaking
is for the few
And for we
are not among
Each of us
got teeth
Yet not all
of us eat
The eating is for the few
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