Poetry

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Some wee,birds on the wing,land in my driveway too,
and objectors may sing,he's feeding these birds
once again,what they may not realise,these little
birds must survive,as long as am here will give to
them,some crumbs,here and there,like someone once
now of old,he loved birds more than gold,cant mention his name,but he is very well known so i am
told,and while birds are around,they can land on
GOD'S GROUND,for without them this world would be
very unsound,they are GOD'S,lovely creatures and
are here every day,to OUR LORD,i will pray for their wonderful presence,in a world gone astray,
GOD,gives them their freedom may we always respect
them,and their presence to me,makes life worthwhile you see,dont object to their here,for to them GOD,gives care i thank him for all these little creatures that please,GOD SEES.
Joe.

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