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Aug 22
The bird's song, the smell in the air
The sculpted land making the experience rare
this wild life, nurtured with care

Our heart's song unfolding, begun by a bird
Human noise so thorough so bland so absurd
Within the pierced heart a message is heard.

Do you have any jumper cables?
Written by
Nial Champ  Kansas City
(Kansas City)   
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