A Fight With A Pigeon
Has your mind been tricking you?
I saw it across the street, stalling with its two legs, looking straight to my eyes
How dare you glare your silly eyes!
It start to pace
Back to it station and forth to the empty lot
It begin to mumble
Too low, can’t understand its plot
It start to pace
Back to it station and forth to the empty lot
My mind telling me to stay, not to move or it will move
Not that anybody know it walk away, to the blind spot so I want say much
It start to pace
Back to my presence and forth to it station
Pull some trick to play
When it mumble, I’ll make it away
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Verso de Medianoche
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