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About This Poem
Winging- a Duo-rhyme
I feel so blessed to view the sight
Of God’s majestic birds in flight.
To hear them wake, begin to sing,
Then leave their tree limbs on the wing.
As winter season turns to spring
Mating birds hunt for twigs and string
To build a nest for mothering.
Soon what joy little eggs will bring
When these new fledglings learn to fly
And leave their wing prints in the sky.
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