White Birds, Pigeons Or Doves - Poem by Cynnd Rose
I saw a white pigeon this morning or a dove, I don't know,
he flew over my windshield.
He looked like he wanted to shit on my car, but he didn't.
For some reason he just didn't..
My mom told me when you see white birds like that, its good luck.
I died tonight. At around 7pm or so. Sometime that hour.
I still can't believe he decided not to shit on my car!
I guess it is true...about white birds, pigeons or doves,
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