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A bird flutters its wings,
Propelling itself into flight.

A gargoyle stares down at 
London with its gruesome smile.

A whale swims slowly,
Its huge mouth open to eat.

Under the ground, a mother
Rabbit nurses her young.

A boy lays sleeping,
Darkness falling.

All the places we can go,
None is as pleasant as home.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Spence Sr Avatar
May 24, 2010 at 3:29 PM
I agree that home is where the heart is. Welcome to Poetry Soup and keep writing. Blessings, Joseph
Palli Avatar
May 23, 2010 at 11:44 AM
nice one
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