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Feb 2023
February starling on a mulberry bough
it's been so frigid these recent months
but we can hear you now.
Black wings glide on a windy cradle,
nestlings call from the alpine brow.
February starling between the gables,
it's been so long but we can hear you now.
Written by
Dylan  26/M
(26/M)   
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     Andrew, Rob Rutledge, SCHEDAR and Chips
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