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Chatter
It may be just chatter
Or maybe a natter
Sometimes it’s a clatter
Of sparrows in bush.
Whatever the reason
Regardless of season
None ever lacks voice
Whether sad or rejoice.
They all stay together
Whatever the weather
If one goes elsewhere
Then others go there.
Like family and friends
Some go round the bend
But never abandoned
Always kind understanding.
Maybe we too could learn
Never others to spurn
Stay together we must
Same ‘Children of dust.’
Copyright ©
John Puckett
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