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Thursday, January 28, 2021

THE END OF ALL THINGS

I see a little bird fluttering it's wings,
It lands upon a branch and then, it sings and sings,
Happy is the bird this day,
Unknown, it's future that's on the way,
Unseen, the hawk that nears and nears, will bring the end to things.






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