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About This Poem
Birds
Trees green canopy blocks the sun
A place where variety of birds have fun
Crows, magpies search on the ground
While the falcons screech does resound
Robins, swallows, wrens fly in mad chase
Round corners into the trees with haste
Some will sit on top of the fence line
Singing and chirping in the sunshine
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