Beneath the porch in the rain,
I will ever be hiding.
The last one to blame is me,
but I can take the chiding.
To fight for you is inevitable.
I promise to take good care.
Groceries, laundries, and chatter
I'll always be right there.
Meanwhile, birds mark the course
of my flight out to the sun.
The words are just the first part
it has not yet even begun!
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