hi,wana know it read this poem you will get to know.
i woke early one morning,
the earth lay cool and still
when suddenly a tiny bird 
preched on my window sill
hre sang a song so lovely
so carefree andf so gay,
that  slowly all my trubles 
beganto slip away
he sang of far off places
of laughter and of fun
it seemed his very trilling
brought up the morning sun
i stirred beneat  the covers 
crept slowly out of bed 
then gently shut the window 
and crushed his fucking head.
i m not a morning person.
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