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About This Poem
Diffferent Bird
Moving to the sound of a different bird
Some ideas float high above a small dock
Beating to the music, separate from absurd
Listening to the beat, igniting the mock
Dislike has surely been filtered deep without
A slant of ingenious thoughts begin to sprout
A lofty image, with a bird flying high
Being different, honored amongst a sigh
Russell Sivey
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