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Feb 2020
The pigeon
    just a smidgeon
      of his food
        would he give away,
          and then, only
            begrudgingly,
              for his mood
                would not permit
                   a larger giveaway,
                     lest its hollow hideaway
                       it'd have to quit,
                         for a cove
somewhere way up high within the regions of Love.
Written by
Robert M J Thomas
85
   Bogdan Dragos
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