Jimmy Jimmy


Jimmy Jimmy saw messages in the way them birds would clot together on a wire above our head, say they spelled out messages only he could read and that them messages was all full of death and bad futures for anyone who saw it whether they could read it or no and he wasn’t shy about telling me often as he thought I needed to hear it, point at the birds on them wires and shake his head and tell me that if I could see what he saw I might think twice about ever getting up in the morning.


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9 Replies to “Jimmy Jimmy”

  1. Really great voice! Just a great little rant, genuine and real feeling. Poor Jimmy Jimmy. I sawy messages in the arrangement of the birds too – fascinating 🙂


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