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Dec 2013
She settles down now
And thinks,
"Let's face it, our mugs are pretty big,"
As she takes a sip of her coffee

The bird songs that circulate the street below
Are as impermanent as the flowers
On her window sill

Just by a numbers game, fast
These cries easily outlast empires
And she smiles to herself
As she puts on her coat to leave for work
Sean Fitzpatrick
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Sean Fitzpatrick
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