Monday, August 22, 2005
of pigeons
A pigeon perched on my windowstill today
It looked at me as if to say,
Home is where your heart stays
I sat on my chair
And at the pigeon I stared
Where is my home, where oh where?
I'm not a homing pigeon
I cannot find my way
My instincts do not guide me home
They have led me astray
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I watched Valiant, the pigeon movie, over the weekend. What can I say?
// posted by the commentator @ 11:53 am 
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