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A Rhyming Coo-Plet

Every day and in every life, a pigeon passes by We usually don't take heed of this Spitfire of the sky. You'll find it's been out foraging or finding things for nests, For parenting, I think you'll find that pigeons do it best. Their bedding may be shabby, not lined with fleece or silk But unlike most in the avian world, these birds produce rare milk. The squabs grow up all big and strong, with no formal education But if you ever see one 'lost', you will be mistaken. Their homing skills are second to none, so salute them on their way Through battlefields and across far seas, these birds have saved the day.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 2/18/2019 8:51:00 AM
I love this! A fancier I be :))) Check out the pigeon piece I did with fellow souper Ram RV if you like, In the Name of Dove... we co-wrote, I did the shape. This poem going in my faves! xomo
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