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Aug 2015
At the end of a long walled garden,
where predators lie in wait,
there's a place for birds, a haven,
a table with food as bait.

Children frighten the birds away,
not meaning any harm,
but predators wait with charm as bait,
stalking children at play.
Written by
Tony Luxton  Runcorn
(Runcorn)   
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