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The eagles may pass the snowbirds, In the air, on the land and sea; Like the flight of the featherless Wild Geese In a similar century. The coops are open, The hawk is swooping, Talons sharp and spread; Eyes laser fixed, and firey red. They're locked On preening pigeons, Perched near the magic box.
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
The Magic Box
The eagles may pass the snowbirds, In the air, on the land and sea; Like the flight of the featherless Wild Geese In a similar century. The coops are open, The hawk is swooping, Talons sharp and spread; Eyes laser fixed, and firey red. They're locked On preening pigeons, Perched near the magic box.
francie-lynch
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Nov 5, 2016
Nov 5, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
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