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                    DopeBeastie                
                
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                    Ruby throated and thirsty from my long migration,
I am in my summer home, looking for the deep, wet, hard-cast flowers
filled to over-flowing with sweet water and red dye
I alight atop an old cedar while the big one who sat
mostly naked flashes his small suns in my direction
I lift off again as she is come and I must dance for her
Damn the suns and red sweet water
She is come and I must dance
                I am in my summer home, looking for the deep, wet, hard-cast flowers
filled to over-flowing with sweet water and red dye
I alight atop an old cedar while the big one who sat
mostly naked flashes his small suns in my direction
I lift off again as she is come and I must dance for her
Damn the suns and red sweet water
She is come and I must dance
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            this is very beautiful...brings warm feelings0
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            thank you! I would like to add another verse, as I always stop too quickly, I think...
 but, I appreciate the comments thanks so much thanks so much 0 0
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            DopeBeastie wrote:Ruby throated and thirsty from my long migration,
 I am in my summer home, looking for the deep, wet, hard-cast flowers
 filled to over-flowing with sweet water and red dye
 I alight atop an old cedar while the big one who sat
 mostly naked flashes his small suns in my direction
 I lift off again as she is come and I must dance for her
 Damn the suns and red sweet water
 She is come and I must dance
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            A beautiful ruby throated who dances for me
 Well done!0
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 "Hear me, my chiefs!
 I am tired; my heart is
 sick and sad. From where
 the sun stands I will fight
 no more forever."
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            Ruby throated and thirsty from my long migration
 I am in my summer home
 Looking for the deep, wet, hard-cast flowers
 filled to over-flowing with sweet water and red dye
 I alight atop an old cedar while the big one who sat
 mostly naked flashes his small suns in my direction
 I lift off as she is come and I must dance for her
 I dip left, then right, then left again
 Showing inate understanding
 of exactly what it takes
 to get her to accept my effort
 With all the ancestry behind me, we ask presence in her line.
 Again, because we do this over, over, over, every year.
 If I could think, I'd think I shouldn't have to do this.
 She knows me, and I know her.
 We've created many nests in many, many years together
 But every Spring we get amnesia.
 She forgets and so do I and we are never comfortable.
 Like the big two sitting mostly naked, flashing their small suns in our direction.0
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