Bye bye birdy

Bye,
bye,
birdy,
bye,
bye,
his favourite bird,
gone and died,
and here he stands alone in the pigeon coop,
amongst the foul air,
under the blue sky,
a simple man,
crying tears,
crying tears of despair,
a gentle man,
a man who cared,
a man simple in his mind,
but kind,
kind,
and crying amongst the feathers,
as his tears they fall everywhere,
bye,
bye,
birdy,
bye,
bye,
fly to the sky,
fly to the heavens and be good for me in the afterlife,
bye,
bye,
birdy,
bye,
bye.

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Hello, I am Ben Robinson, a poet, my first book of poetry Alas the day was written in Dorset, in the United Kingdom.

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