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May 2022
On a bed of twigs I rest
In a featherlight like nest
Snuggled up under fallen leaves
Awaiting my next meal
So hungry I could squeal
But as of now, Iā€™m just happy I can breathe
Jason Paul Klenetsky
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Jason Paul Klenetsky  50/M/Florida
(50/M/Florida)   
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