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Is it a ***** pidgeon? Or an angelic dove? As the old man bears down on the white sharp glare in the sun Indifferent is he And in the same way so is she A male is twirling nearby She ignores him as she weaves through Ignorant to all but the trajectory of the million pedestrian feet Eyes fixated on a Barnecutt pasty crumb The little pink feet give chase She gobbles down the golden crumbs And roves on out of my view in the golden sun
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 7:39 AM UTC
Flying rats
Is it a ***** pidgeon? Or an angelic dove? As the old man bears down on the white sharp glare in the sun Indifferent is he And in the same way so is she A male is twirling nearby She ignores him as she weaves through Ignorant to all but the trajectory of the million pedestrian feet Eyes fixated on a Barnecutt pasty crumb The little pink feet give chase She gobbles down the golden crumbs And roves on out of my view in the golden sun
Silverfish
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 7:39 AM UTC
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