It's tacky I know but it's cold and I wonder wether the weather will follow the same trajectory to the open mouth of the sea against the shivering flowers of the flame tree here on the porch, Mr. Zebra used to sit in his cage swingng swinging chirping and I would say, "well hello Mr. Zebra can I have your sweater 'cause it's cold cold cold?" and chirp chirp chirp in the wind until one day I came home and he was dead.
That's sad! I haven't thought about poor Mr. Zebra in a while.
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It's tacky I know but it's cold and I wonder wether the weather will follow the same trajectory to the open mouth of the sea against the shivering flowers of the flame tree here on the porch, Mr. Zebra used to sit in his cage swingng swinging chirping and I would say, "well hello Mr. Zebra can I have your sweater 'cause it's cold cold cold?" and chirp chirp chirp in the wind until one day I came home and he was dead.
That's sad! I haven't thought about poor Mr. Zebra in a while.