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Jun 27
Underneath the summer sky I spied a bird flying bye.
I gave it a wink with my one good eye
You know that bird winked back at me and now she sits up in my tree . And sings her songs of things to be
Sometimes there scary and unknown and sometimes there profound and prone . I know one thing I'll never wink at a bird again
Because I think the next time may be the end .
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