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Nov 2015
Seven lyre birds sang each in turn a tune
doing their tonal best to hone
the reproductive skills akin to a master
in the art of Japanese calligraphy
but all failed distracted by the majesty
of a high-definition sunset on playback in perpetuity.
Simon Leake
Written by
Simon Leake  Bristol
(Bristol)   
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