Telephone wires are resting places for birds
Where the come and where they go
Where they rest before the snow
Before hazy days and misty rains
Because telephone wires are resting places for birds
Like hotels for birds
Like bus stops for birds
Through sunsets and sunrises, dusk through dawn
Because telephone wires are resting places for birds
grace mcgee
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