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Aug 2019
Birds sit on yonder branch
with clarion song.
They call to awaken
those lying in nights slumber.
They shout to bring feet to rise
and dance in day.

Birds they be gift to ears
that breathe in fledgling sound.
The gift that echoes causing self to sing too,  
and vibrate inside the celebration of life.
Heard the word clarion and liked it so I decided to write a poem.
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
(66/F/New York)   
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