Birds fly into my windshield
Was left here by the police
This good luck charm hanging off my arm
Thoughts fall from my thoughts
Words fall out of my pockets
And cats dance under my feet And the microscope reveals the scope
This colorful spell under which I live
Protects me from all I write
Yes, the tiny light shines twice as bright
Of my very best intentions
On the only nice part of me.
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