Blue Bird poem :
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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 in my heart
that wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him.
I say stay down, do you want to mess me up?
you want to screw up the works?
you want to blow my book sales in Europe?

there's a bluebird in my heart
that wants to get out but I'm too clever,
I only let him out at night sometimes
when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad.
then I put him back, but he's singing a little
in there, I haven't quite let him die
and we sleep together like that
with our secret pact
and it's nice enough to make a man weep, 
but I don't weep, do you?

Charles Bukowski.

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