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Apr 2015
I saw a mocking bird upon a tree,
alone, chirping a tune
the skill of imitation bore he
as it sang amidst the gloom.
Children played in the fields
adults conversed freely
but of the bird in the broken still
faces thought him silly.
O beautiful composer of the skies
your deep music is superb
but can never be fully realized
the song of a mocking bird.
Written by
Phillip Knox
428
   Cecil Miller
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