The Dove Knew Better 03 21 2010
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I break for lunch and when I return a dove is sleeping on my table saw, in the hot summer sun, and he was content about not moving,the date is 09/16/2007
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The dove knew better
Than the menace of vetter
The bird told me to work no more
Leave this chore
To the men of Boar
The vulgar encroaching spirit would like to bother the relaxing dove
Void the world of anothers love
This is how much faith nature has in me
No jealously in terms of who to be
There’s blood on the top of the saw the gotcha gouch thinks
That’s dry paint I reply and your brain stinks
Drive away a friend of mine the jealous eyes above a mouth that endlessly spews meanly well thought fine
Bother him until he quits at life
Do this by making him feel strife
The doves knew better
They welcomed me back in this way
They well know what I need to say
Deprive him of a friendly meeting
For him should only have grass seating
Those with envy have no trust
That’s why a nation just went bust
This dove knew all along
And waited for return of song
Copyright 2010 Thomas Paul Murphy
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