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Jan 2020
The hummingbird hovers.
He goes backward
as well as forward.

The hawk glides
like a parasail
making circles in the air.

The eagle soars
without flapping his wings –

Lord make me like the eagle
come this spring
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  56/F
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   Carlo C Gomez
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