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Jan 2020
The free-flying bird
always eyes on the high
looking for a new blue sky.
If only, can it ever own
a little twig on the tree?
On a tree when does it fly
the next mo it sways away!
Written by
Shofi Ahmed  M/London UK
(M/London UK)   
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