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Nov 2019
The geese flew over last night
I saw them in moonlight
The whisper of wing-beats
eclipsed by their honking

Steady in line
one after another
changing formation
but never the pace
A graceful sight!
Written by
Janet Aitch
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     shamamama and putiira
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