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Sep 2021
I used to have a little bird
Bernard was his name
Whenever I would call to him
Bernard always came

One day when I was cleaning
I left the window up a bit
Bernard up and flew away
The ungrateful little ****
Roger Turner - Poet
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Roger Turner - Poet
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