Talking Bird A Gossip Tup Of Tea

Busy brooms sweeping clean dirt as bright as sun would is to die an ear to lend while I say more. Understanding feathers flock to talk is the morning threw our trash this day away gone thoughts brought back to life in lite of she of we our mortal souls another glass of your foul tea I sit and tremble Bella Donna's worse. Singing song chirping here tone deaf are most men hear the verse is caught in web of curse that sticks an eye or two. Yes mam, no mam it was not me who said those words I plea your mercy quick and sure spares me this date your lovingly fate my dear..) it(s grand I fear..