Jan 2020
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I yearn for a lark
in a National Park
to land upon my shoulder.
I ache for a bird
with a secret word
to make me a little bolder.
Were I a peacock
to show what I've got
I may feel a little less colder.
But I'm an old crow
with no place to go
now that I am getting older.
© Pagan Paul (31/12/19)
I yearn for a lark
in a National Park
to land upon my shoulder.
I ache for a bird
with a secret word
to make me a little bolder.
Were I a peacock
to show what I've got
I may feel a little less colder.
But I'm an old crow
with no place to go
now that I am getting older.
© Pagan Paul (31/12/19)
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