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Dec 2014
there was a little kestrel a little bird of prey
he  would hunt for  food thats how  he spent his day
flying round the fields with his beady eye
till he found his prey then drop down from the sky.

he was very fast like the speed of sound
swooping on his prey running on the ground.
grab it with his talons then again take flight
back in to his nest to fill his appetite.
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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