Three Little Birds
No more fruit
No more leaves
No more bark on the suicide trees
Just gold and pearls
Dinosaur bones
colors all washed to monochrome
We made a home
Out in the hills
Took what I could from a dead landfill
All blown out tires
Particle board
Made the walls out of old car doors
While three little birds
Marking the time
Drying their wings in the dead sunshine

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