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Seven Pigeons
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Seven pigeons, sitting in the snow
Upon a street sign, trembling
And the snow is falling
As if, on cue they fly on snowy wings
Circling the city buildings
Till a safe ledge is found
Beautiful, they smooth their heavy feathers
Sitting quiet in the cold
As snowflakes drift below
I wish, my own weary heart could fly
And as winter blows and roars
I could but fold my wings
O, could I fly, like seven pigeons
And close my eyes to winter
And the snow is falling
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February 16, 2013
Kimo x 5
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