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My Pillow!

O my pillows of old! Just get me one with some feathers! Don’t want all that fake puffy stuff; Just some feathers, that’s enough! You know those birds got a purpose; We pluck those feathers And put ’em in a bag; Yeah, all that work may be a drag, But a natural medicine for the head And the best way to go to bed. What happened to the pursuit of the “natural”? Ah, you know there’s a purpose for those birds! Yeah, they sing and send drown some turds Keeping us aware of their presence; They sit around on wires or a fence. And we make good use of the Lord’s critters But especially the feathers of those tweeters.

1130 on 6 May, 2023

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