The magpie walks
across the sodden ground.
There is so much no one knows about her.
Like you, like you
secretive one.
They tell me when I say so.
I don't know why they say those words.
I don't know what they mean.
I'm nothing like a silent magpie,
walking across the green.
Oh yes you are! Oh yes you are!
They tell me everyday.
I don't know why they tell me so
I know it can't be true.
I'm nothing like a silent magpie,
walking under the sky so blue.
by Becky
Monday, March 21, 2011
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