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Aug 2014
A bird flew overhead today,
maybe it was Wednesday?
yet it was a sight to see
flying high and free
flying toward the sea.
How it doesn't get lost I'll never know
perhaps it runs away from the snow?
It barely flapped its wings
and it had small little rings
that wrapped around its leg,
probably to show its rich and doesn't beg.
8/21/14
Everett V Minshall
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Everett V Minshall  22/M
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