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At the Bird-feeder

At the Bird-feeder Rushing, pushing the sparrows shove; pulsing wings beating the air, all for a bounty of unexpected feed! When drops two doves. Wings folded, they plaintively call; the seed of plenty gently falls.

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Date: 5/10/2015 7:57:00 AM
Such wonderful imagery Steve a beautiful write:-) Hugs Jan xx 7 xx
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