You, with the orange eyes,
why wont you let me hold you?
im pretty nice!
i feed you!
i even give you some rice!
i talk to you everyday
and hope to find you not having any pain
you cant fly
i took you in
food for you is what i buy
i see you upside down
thinking you might be dead
i get there and you're fake
you flip and hungry i feed you
why peck me, im your friend.
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