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The Starling landed on the sand, A twitching head it tilted, Towards old bill, Wrinkled and weathered. His old black hat Ripped, stitched & feathered. The Starling rested in his hand Through time's fingers sand now wilted.
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Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
The Starling