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Jan 2012
The dying songbird rested
Too weak to even fly.
The virus burning through her
wouldn’t let her try.
Still she kept on singing,
Giving song full throat
She knew life is too precious
To waste a single note.
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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