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Each dawn they arrive Pudgy bodied with soft gray feathers Sitting on a branch Making their own unique sound It is the kind of music which is sweetest to be heard A melody of sadness Echoing in time Reminding me of loves who are no longer here
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Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 12:11 PM UTC
The Mourning Doves
Each dawn they arrive Pudgy bodied with soft gray feathers Sitting on a branch Making their own unique sound It is the kind of music which is sweetest to be heard A melody of sadness Echoing in time Reminding me of loves who are no longer here
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Jan 27, 2023
Jan 27, 2023 at 12:11 PM UTC
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