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Aug 2013
'Nonsense' we say
as we chastise the birds
for continually returning home,
'an entire world out there
and yet here you sit, in my little tree,
go out and live' we scream,
as we sit and watch from our windows
just before retiring to our beds
to then wake up.
Rachel Atkinson
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