An empty nest
I must confess
Is quieter you see
We're all alone
This place, our home
Just my husband and me
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A murder of crows A bouquet of toes A gaggle of geese A mouth full of teeth A herd of cows An eye full of wows A star in the night A wish w...
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There's a poem in his pocket that he will never see As I watch here from the outside, trying to believe He chose to rise to heave... -
A murder of crows A bouquet of toes A gaggle of geese A mouth full of teeth A herd of cows An eye full of wows A star in the night A wish w...
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