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Afternoon Groove

November 1, 2021

Like a bird on a wire
Like a drunk in a midnight choir
I have tried in my way to be free
Like a fish on a hook
Like a knight from some old fashioned book
I have saved all my ribbons for thee

If I have been unkind
I hope that you can just let, let it go by
If I have been untrue
I hope you know it was never to you

Like a bird, free as a bird, free
Like a baby stillborn
Like a beast with his horn

I have torn every one who reached out for me
But I swear by this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee

Don’t cry no more, don’t cry
It’s completed, oh it’s finished
It’s been paid for

Like a bird, free as a bird, free
Like a bird, free as a bird, free
Like a bird, free on a wire, free
Like a bird free, free, free

HOMERUN…. It’s been paid for!

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5 Comments
  1. This is beautiful, Abi. I get tortured soul, yet the paradox also speaks loudly to me of rebirth. Love this poem. ❤️

    • Very beautiful and haunting,
      The road to freedom was/is full of sacrifice
      This sacrifice is felt at every juncture on the road to freedom
      And so true at each turn there is a new you
      Thank you for your insight. I always delight in your feedback Jeff❤

      • Indeed, sacrifice and suffering is part of the path; and iteration is continuous. Wonderfully in synch, as always. You’re most welcome. Is my delight. ❤️

      • Iteration is the best explanation
        You know the art 🎨 ❤
        Understanding the way.

      • ❤️❤️

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