A poem may be about anything we see,a bird in flight,or a bumble
bee,a very tall tree,or a spider's web,must watch how i tread,
a pigeon may call,some tid bits on the ground may fall,a beetle
makes a quick exit,i nearly stood on top of it,the sun it called
again today,when summer comes i won't say nay,upon a chimney stack,two magpies look for an insect snack,loudly cackle while they check each open crack,until the sun do increase it's power,
bees and wasps are like absent flowers,thankfully no april showers,they will come no need to fret,that is just how the month
of april is being fine,and wet.Thank the GOOD LORD,i am here as yet,write set,inlet.
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