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Sep 2017
While flying in the sky
A falcon played I spy
With his eagle eye
He spied a little mole
Crawling out a hole
Swooping to the ground
He hardly made a sound
To cause a ripple in the day
But he stole the mole away.
From a plane
Steve
Written by
Steve  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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