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Aerial Acrobats
I watched the birds from afar, they swooped, and they soared right up high, then straight toward the ground,
They made me dizzy, with the patterns they made in swirling circles going around and around,
It was all so fast like a hair-raising race, with each bird desperate to not be last,
Were they friends just playing games or foes in their territory not letting anything past.
They looked like they were on the fastest roller coaster, flashing through the air,
As they dive down to the ground going as close as they could possibly dare,
Then they stop for a break on the great big gnarly tree,
And off they go again celebrating just living and just being free.
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Mark West
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