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When the red, red, robin comes bob bob bobbin along, along,
There'll be no more sobbin' when he starts throbbin' his own, sweet song;
Wake up, wake up! you sleepy head
Get up, get up, get out of bed,
Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red
Live, love, laugh and be happy,
What if I've been blue? Now I'm walkin' through fields of flow'rs;
The rain may glisten but still I listen for hours and hours.
I'm just a kid again, doin' what I did again, Singin' a song,
When the red red robin comes bob bob bobbin' along.
-When the Red, Red Robin
(Harry MacGregor Woods)
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nomme
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caged a robin once
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Cicero
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Opening credits of The Conversation.
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Bespeckled
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I thought of a woman,
not a bird or a movie or a quote,
and for a second or less
my heart leapt as it asked,
slightly frightened,
"who is 'robin'?"
It was not a woman. My heart was settled and I smiled at my paranoia.
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Batman
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the boy with the arab strap
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brave bird, often appears when we are digging about in the earth looking for worms.
the crOwl takes its easy form because of its courage around humans.
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i want
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to sing a song
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i want
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to listen
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nom
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there is a loud robin outside_my_window
and i have not gone to sleep yet
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i still miss my robin fergus
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jane
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(blue)
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i wake early
i sing constantly
i suppose my parents
named me well
and though i should be
(red)
an sometimes
i am...
more often than not
i am
(blue)
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last night i had a dream robin williams was a teacher. not like in "dead poets society". he didn't rebel against the establishment and inspire his students. he was dying of some terminal dream disease, and there was no life left in him. he was losing his hair, wasting away, not even going through the motions, whatever motions he was supposed to go through.
then he took a spill down some concrete stairs, did an accidental forward somersault, and started laughing hysterically after landing on his back. he could have broken his neck. falling down and almost killing himself when he was near death anyway set him free somehow. and though it didn't give him any more time, it gave him back his life-force. he was alive in the classroom again. he smiled. he laughed. he inspired and was inspired. he was happy in the face of unavoidable defeat.
there was something happy-sad about that.
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i hope it wasn't the spotted breast one that so often came near while i lazed in the hammock. the spiral of twigs and mud had fallen from a great height, spilling onto sidewalk. and shards of bright blue shells showed what more was broken. the mother was lifeless and overtaken by flies. had she been protecting her babes from squirrels? her bulbous body seemed so strange as she lied on her side, with stick legs and wings clipped by inertia. i miss watching her attentive gaze, the stillness of taking in the scene before her, as though it could all be lost at a moment's notice.
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what's it to you?
who
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