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Mar 2013
is this a fad,
or newfound freedom?
passions pass
and reoccur (occasionally).
but this seems solid,
something to heave in the heart
and sit as a warm stone in the stomach.
hope this owl sticks around. his feather pattern still relatively unknown.
hope he remains on his perch
until i, too, can fly.
Written by
E G Fellenstein
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