Turn on the T.V,
A man in a suit proceeds to tell me,
That fighting talk fills the streets,
I look out my window,
The pavement is neat and tidy.
We knew pollen could make you weak,
But please come play,
You've got rosey cheeks,
Its a beautiful day.
Blackbirds fly bye and flock at 8,
Wafting through the echoes of the dark,
Close those eyes and inhale,
Its been a beautiful today.
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