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Johnny and his Pigeons |
| Written by Alex Hodson | |
| Tuesday, 10 June 2008 | |
There he sits while the world passes byToo fast for his liking, As he sits on and on, Feeding the pigeons, so long To his only friends as they head off, Into bright blue skies To head for the sun, Perhaps he won't be there when his friends return And so he is left on his own once again And again and again and again, As his wrinkles get longer, His skin starts to sag, His shoulders ache, His muscles lag Behind everyone else's As the clock ticks away Tick tock, tick tock, And as time goes by Johnny begins to wish that he, Like his pigeons, Could fly Fly on... Copyright 2008 Alex Hodson |
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There he sits while the world passes by