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Jul 2013
Baby birds hatch
Catch
On a feather to survive
Dive
Revive
Look around you're alone
Clone
Clones
Drones
Lined up for battle
Rattle on the end of a tail
Pale face
tracing veins
Reins tied around my neck
Peck
Peck
Pecking
There are bugs somewhere on the ground
Hounds howl
Vowel
The only one I remember is "i"
My tie has somehow killed me
See
that nest?
It's best
that's it's empty now.
Ann Beaver
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