Spring Thieves
.
The sopranos each morning
wake the me
and at night they lull me into
mine slumber
In the days of spring though
they pilfer my seeds
and thank me with their sullied
manners
All in all though
I have soap and bucket
and they have the prettiest
coats
which I thank God to
set eyes on
Yes
I love those
pretty
soil loving
thieves
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