PUBLISHED: Sep 08, 2011
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November, nothing but a cold wind. Blowing leaves, round and round again. Lie on the front porch, in my winter coat, my hair untied, watch a yellow bird fly.
Songs of plenty, songs of old. Songs of courtship, songs of war. Got a pistol, in the pocket of my dress. Not sure what for. My un-fought war.
Yellow bird, yellow bird, flight of golden wing. Yellow bird, yellow bird, flight of golden wing. What makes your poor heart sing?