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Feb 2011
Walking through the thicket

a lark began to sing

Its song so sweet it broke my heart

as it prepared to take  wing

Ti's sweet to think its eyes turned brighter

just because of me

I had cares when I came upon the woods

Cares that follow all moods black

I came upon a gimcrack

What use are silly things?

All that really mattered was to hear

that small bird sing...
KMC@2011
Written by
Kathleen Myra Colby
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