THE BATHING BIRDS

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They were assumed to be true true lovers
They coupled as one in the ancient porcelain
They splashed into this fountain full of hopes
They tangoed to the splatter of the washrag
They began a new verve that was to live on
The Bathing Birds

They sat high up over the old electric poles
They must be in a forever state to hold tight
They nibble amorously from aged old clay
They stare each other far into their red hearts
They cast a spell to say you are mine now
The Bathing Birds

They have flown oceans all on solo flights
They made huge pacts with soldiers unknown
They climbed mountains over burning hot lava
They walked with the devil’s aid for a push up
They bring different ropes to ties together now
The Bathing Birds

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