I built this birdcage with my tree
now watch it cinder up
and face the scraped off moon
where did the edge go when
I whittled from a block this
sentiment I wove the thing
I made it for this song to be
what gender is your pet bird
the one you don't own on a stray
branch even a constant branch
are you cognizant of the tilt
made by the treble wavelet
offered by this bird if I am
not mistaken I am not mistaken
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