Jacko
By denlexx
I had a friend called JackoHe was a big black CrowHe was a dear friend to meMany Years ago.I found him on a Rainy DayHis Feathers all wet throughSitting on a Fence he wasI'm sure he said 'how'd you do'.I went to visit him next DayWith Bread for him to eatHe was still sitting on the FenceAnd He flew down at my feet.We played together all that DayAnd I gave him all the BreadAnd then his mate she came to callSo i went Home to Bed.For many Years I knew that BirdUntil one sad,sad DayI found him laying by the FenceHis Soul had passed away.Yes Jacko i remember youMy fine Feathered FriendYou'll always be here in my HeartUp till the very End.a true Story of a Dear Friend Written November 26th, 2001 © on Nov 25 2001 09:58 PM PST, Dennis T Baker 0 • 8
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"I had a friend called JackoHe was a big black CrowHe was a dear friend to meMany Years ago.I found him on a Rainy DayHis Feathers all wet throughSitting on a Fence he wasI'm sure he said 'how'd you do'.I went to visit him next DayWith Bread for him to eatHe was still sitting on the FenceAnd He flew down at my feet.We played together all that DayAnd I gave him all the BreadAnd then his mate she came to callSo i went Home to Bed.For many Years I knew that BirdUntil one sad,sad DayI found him laying by the FenceHis Soul had passed away.Yes Jacko i remember youMy fine Feathered FriendYou'll always be here in my HeartUp till the very End.a true Story of a Dear Friend..."