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March 21, 2011

Well I didn't tell anyone but a bird flew by
Saw what I'd done and set up a nest outside
And he sang about what I'd become

He sang so loud sang so clear
I was afraid all the neighbors would hear
So I invited him in just to reason with him
I promised I wouldn't do it again

But he sang louder and louder inside the house
And now I couldn't get him out
So I trapped him under a cardboard box
And stood on it to make him stop

I'm Not sure why. But some how, Florence manages to make something vile something rather beautiful, If only.