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My pigeon army Made of paper Some big Some small You'll never count them all I make them when I'm empty I make them when I'm weak I make them when I'm running on little sleep for a week I make them when I'm unhappy I make them when I can't feel Anything good or real Blank or lined I use what paper I can find Then I fold Then; behold! A pigeon of paper Some big Some small You'll never count them all I fold and fold My arms are filled as I hold My little creations Bringing me a slight smile But they just sit with me for a while So, I do what makes me truly happy; I give them away To others who could use something to brighten their day And what better way Than a gift Of a small, little pigeon How many I've made, I'll never know All I know is This pigeon army will grow And spread a smile All the while I still make more And I never bore. - Jay M March 10, 2020
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Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
Pigeon Army
My pigeon army Made of paper Some big Some small You'll never count them all I make them when I'm empty I make them when I'm weak I make them when I'm running on little sleep for a week I make them when I'm unhappy I make them when I can't feel Anything good or real Blank or lined I use what paper I can find Then I fold Then; behold! A pigeon of paper Some big Some small You'll never count them all I fold and fold My arms are filled as I hold My little creations Bringing me a slight smile But they just sit with me for a while So, I do what makes me truly happy; I give them away To others who could use something to brighten their day And what better way Than a gift Of a small, little pigeon How many I've made, I'll never know All I know is This pigeon army will grow And spread a smile All the while I still make more And I never bore. - Jay M March 10, 2020
Whenever I'm not doing so great, I fold origami pigeons and give them away to people. Whoever seems like they could use something to brighten their day.
Wandering_Spirit
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20/GF/the void
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 2:27 AM UTC
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