Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Saturday, July 29, 2017
A Guy I See In The Park
Bird-man comes to the
Park, early, every day,
Same shirt and same hat,
Always the same way,
He swings a golf club,
Walks, repeats his routine
Each day, feeding the birds,
I think he's a machine...
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