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Jul 2021
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The bobblehead blackbird
that I heard chirp chirp
was preparing to pick away
at the rot and decay
of my soon-to-be decrepit form.
Graff1980
Written by
Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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   Brett
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