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Apr 2024
Three dead pigeons came to mourn
they hung around from dusk till dawn
and knowing I was gravely ill
stayed perched upon my window sill
then when it looked like I might stay
they clicked their beaks and flew away
A poem I dreamt
Unpolished Ink
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Unpolished Ink
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   uv and Peter Balkus
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