A Spring Poem and Special Request from Bill Archer

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A Spring Poem and Special Request from Bill Archer

Written by Nikita

Tuesday, 05 May 2009 23:34

This poem is dedicated to Karen or "Tow Truck" as she used to be known.

To all the ladies and some of the gents from Tales From the Cells, Buffalo Bill, sometimes known
as Wild Bill Archer of Big Spring, Texas, sometimes known as Big Shithole, Texas, would like to
send you this poem. It is that time of year. SO here goes…

"Spring is spring,
The flowers have raised,
I wonder where the birdie is.
The birds are on the wing,
Now ain’t that absurd?
I thought the wing was on the bird.”

This poem was plagiarized from the 50’s or 60’s. From who, I don’t remember for sure, but I thought
it might be an interesting way to start conversation. If you like the poem and are interested in sending
and receiving mail, please write at to me at the following…