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Jun 2015
We drove to the park
the closest thing to Nature

Walked and talked
of unborn dreams

Till a bird on the ground
didn't fly up

Its mate calling from above
it waddled into tall grass

We left it to Nature
its plight forgotten
Leaetta May
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Leaetta May  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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