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Feb 28
Long ago before the world was round
before it grew blue and sprung green
there was no song
no music
and words were flat
with sharp edges
and holes with nothing to fill them.

That was until the hummingbird hummed and the songthrush found its voice
and the humans,
who prospered by copying the best ideas,
lied and mimicked
and parroted
until something like song
smoothed the edges
and filled the holes
until the world was full
and it's edges round
and music began
Loving a movie called This Beautiful Fantastic.   I pinched the first line from Bella.
Steve Page
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Steve Page  58/M/London, U.K.
(58/M/London, U.K.)   
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