January 2011
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I am so sad.
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one of my favorite poems
There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I’m too tough for him. I say, stay in there, I’m not going to let anybody see you. There’s a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out, but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke, and the whores, and the bartenders, and the grocery clerks never know that he’s in there. There’s a bluebird...