Two blackbirds in an evening brawl
Granny on the back porch, wrapped in a shawl
Grandad in the living room watching porn
No-one expecting the advancing storm
The wind blew the blackbirds high into the sky
Granny blew across the porch and didn't know why
Grandad tried to please himself, as the storm flew by
But woke up hours later, and began to cry
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