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13-7-2024

The wind sang The bird, He said he spoke in chirps The chime rang Nine thirty, Invoking church He grinned and in slang, He softly spoke his favoured verse “He said bang,” Declared the word “And there’ll be a cry from the wayward Perch.” Find me by the gardens, The flowers follow the suns guidance. Poems of complete jargon, The power in words are intended for defiance. Then the bird remained in silence.

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