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Sep 2016
On an autumn walk at the ides of day
I saw birds of a feather fly together away.
As they flew over flames
In an ides-of-day way
They got caught in the weather
And so forever became
The tall twisted tale
That we hear of so much:
Two birds with one hailstone,
Death from maelstrom above.
Birds of a feather flock together.

Also wanna give a shoutout to the Romans and their calendar for bringing the word "ides" to mind.
Jim Marchel
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Jim Marchel  30/M/Back home where I belong
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