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Jul 25
A trifling bird,
Sat on my windowsill,
Looking in
Daily, tweeting and twittering,
In the early mornings.

Feeling her eyes,
leering into the walls,
That grow smaller
The longer she stays.

That nosy, unwanted bird
Comes daily,
And then flies away.
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Nadai  122/F
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