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Jan 2013
Wood Pigeons make perfect sense,
when they scatter through my hair,
sometimes the image is wavered,
but there's a certain glow of pride
that enfolds within this short life.
For my best laid plans
I'll re-thatch my roof,
to shelter my bantams
lulled into the truism
of the gilded cage.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
(england)   
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   Hilda and Timothy
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