saturday morning; no hurry
i throw away all my routine
i'm on independent cruising
i'll wait til the sunshine come
for the time being i'll enjoy
chirping of mothering birds
sometimes that attitude
is found in houses, noisy
screaming; ipod is defense
plug-in those unclean ears
i wonder what chicks do
open their beaks for pinto
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