Best Wood Thrush Poems

Why is Venus called the god of love
If you knew Samantha, she makes guys gush
A technique so cunning
Downright stunning
Grabs us by the “blank” as we sing like a wood thrush...

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I walk along through forest greens
With Wood Thrush singing flute like songs
I stop to watch what I have seen
It is sitting on a branch, following me along
Cheerfully it sings, with music lifting me
With joy as if I am also in that tree
So clear this perfect...

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It's dusk, almost an hour from sunset
and the wood thrush is not cheery;
his melody is a whisper heard in a lot,
where he sang with others happily!

The wood thrust with auburn wings and round belly
couldn't find a stream in a nearby forest and fled
fled here to...

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