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Aug 2015
He's smaller than the others;
***** his wings harder to
Hold his weight.

I sit on my girlfriend's balcony
With a Sunday sunrise beer at
8am

And listen to him flexing
His vocal cords.
I smile at the

Immature imitations of barks
And sparrows. No, dude.
That's not Magpie.

Try again.
He tries again.
Never before was black and
White so colourful.
SG Holter
Written by
SG Holter  Fenstad, Norway.
(Fenstad, Norway.)   
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