Blackbird Highway

All along the garden highway

Blackbirds sing out of tune.

If the world had been built my way,

They would be gone by June.

.

Blackbirds find their way to me

In every time of year.

Out prompting me to always be

Drowning myself with beer.

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I found myself writing these lines in uneven couplets totally by accident. I wrote the first line with eight syllables and the second line with six. I don’t know the technical name for this type of meter, but I do know that it is a very popular way to write poetry. So popular, in fact, that I did it without even meaning to.

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