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Oct 2015
There is a bird that knows my name
each day sitting at my window
it talks to me
and I don't know what it is saying
but I know it knows my name
so I listen.
I don't move closer to the window
with open shutters
and the bird calling my name--
a little softer than before.
Anwar Francis
Written by
Anwar Francis  Louisiana
(Louisiana)   
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