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Feb 2020
Walking through the wood
unvisited because it's dull
as the days of my aging,
I don't care the species
of that singing bird,
but, I am desperate
to understand
the language of its call.
Written by
Miracle Beyond Me  49/M/Ohio
(49/M/Ohio)   
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