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Poem: December Twenty-Eighth


calling birds
never say anything
ever to me at all
they just
keep on chattering
in amongst themselves
never letting
me slip in a word
and catch their prettiness
they just
keep on chattering
in amongst themselves
complaining
how nobody ever listens.

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