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Mar 2014
Poking around the weeds, my back bent,
I see a shadow pass overhead. A giant stork
Moves closer, it's beady eyes regarding me
With some contempt. I pull out a bundle of grass
And hand it over; it picks it up and is off.
If only all my troubles would
Fly away like this.
Kopter Zero
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Kopter Zero  United States
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