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Birds Sing Go Away The lone traveler ate at the late night diner the server sashayed away her spent day gave him a napkin that read: super sex he heard the birds sing, go away. He mused and watched her as she smiled so shapely and ginger though a bit tall where would those long legs lead tonight he heard the birds sing, go away. Filled with his beef, hot potatoes and gravy, her apron tossed off out the door he then sped toward her trailer out back past the parched lot he heard the birds sing, go away. He raced to her embrace, so sensuous and warm and stared up at the stars, dazed after the blow she laughed as her man took his rings and his money while the birds spun and sang, go away. © Copyright 2007 NavWorks and DE Navarro. All rights reserved.
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