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Oh, To Be Young

a tadpole wiggles its tail by the reed's faint ripple, wanting to leap, to croak till its lungs puff purple; from up a nest, chirping, a birdling longs to fly, as swift swallows swish by and swoosh up to the sky!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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