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A Seagull's Salute

My dear mother always had a fondness for seagulls. I don't know why, we lived far from the sea... The day of her funeral, as the hearse circled the block of our home, An old American custome hardly done anymore... I was quite schocked to see a seagull overhead slowly looping as an airplane on parade... Near fifty years, and I'd never seen one locally, Food for thought.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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