The Color of Slush Fair weather friend – that’s what you are Y’all love me when I’m young and new It’s age discrimination – pure and simple Because I age fast, quickly changing my hue But I really don’t change color at all Cars and trucks leave their dirt and grit Then smash me down […]
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Bluebird Speaks Here I sit, eating red berries, amongst the new-fallen snow that’s softer than an old baby sweater. You probably thought my color was solid blue, but my breast is brown as a cello, making me better. Humans are usually unaware of my nocturnal traits, my slumber provides dreams just as vivid as yours.
Ticker Tape Machine I sit here in my little glass dome Peering out at the tape I’ve thrown I gaze at the people as they scrutinize me Some wear frowns, others exhibit glee My motor grinds away like gnashing of teeth As the paper advances from underneath With the clacking sound of an Underwood Numbers
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Hello, I’m a Bonobo Hello, you’ve probably never heard of me I’m a Bonobo, just sitting in this breezy tree I may not look like you, and that’s okay Although I share 98.7% of your human DNA In fact, I’m the closest of any specie to a human It’s a shame my once lush homeland
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