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Bounce

A small tree sits among bouncing sparrows. At this time of day a groundhog may appear over the edge of something earthy. The world arrives each day blaming no one, the sky wipes its face ten or more times a day. Sun up, sun down, people come and go appear or disappear. Forever, is just a walking dream. Ten times a day or more a sparrow will die in any flock, many are born from sky blue clouds. The sparrows bounce.

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Date: 3/12/2020 1:15:00 PM
Thoroughly enjoyed! Fave :)
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/12/2020 1:25:00 PM
Thank you Maureen. Have a great day.
Date: 3/12/2020 12:19:00 PM
Hello Eric Ashford, I love the sparrows. So tiny yet they live here all winter. I have enjoyed this poem. Have a nice day my friend.
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Eric Ashford
Date: 3/12/2020 12:51:00 PM
Hi Darlene, glad you enjoyed this. Yes, have a great day. Thanks.

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