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| A Bluebird
The Prettiest Bluebird I had ever seen His color so pure,crisp,and clean Stopped by my window to bring me a song So sure and heartfelt he sang on and on The more he sang the more I listened As he went on my eyes just glistened I asked if I could sing along, take a part He said why not I took it from your heart My lady, you're the song the Bluebird sang And the harmony to which I cling You are the color pure, crisp, and clean You are the song the Bluebird sings I Love You..Lady Allen Harold Williams Copyright ©2006 Allen Harold Williams CopeseticOkie@aol.com A poem written to his wife.. Thank you so much Allen for allowing me to use Your poem.. |
