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Apr 2017
a poet in flux
Birds come to feed
on the nuts hanging
from the Sycamore
I planted as a seed
seven years back.
Its my joy to hear
them singing,
and wonder
if they hear
my songs,
a poet
in
flux.
Written by
nivek
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       Walter W Hoelbling, ---, CK Baker, lavendersky, Gidgette and 11 others
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