Whippoorwill

What’s next for you, Whippoorwill? Say you do when you don’t? Tell me you’ll fly with me, then you won’t? You know all the leaves In the trees by touch, but as for me not so much. Now, Whippoorwill, I know your game,. I even know your real name, not Whippoorwill, your song, but Will-o’-the-wisp, your recreation all night long..……………………………………………………………………………………….

Bluejay

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