Poetry

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They listen with their hearts,and they never disconcert;no matter what the day,weather skies are
blue or gray,a little means a lot,and ther're never what their not,manage their own live's with a little
help from scribes,as they exhibit heavenly vibes;can tiwtter when they speak,any language they
will know,learned so long ago,the EARTH is their abode,when they're hungary can explore, all the sky
is their invite,may seek it as their right,don't need a permit then,since everywhere is where or when;
all of GOD'S creature's know the weather,but only GOD gave birds their feathers,and in flight a
marvel's sight;for our very own delight.
Joe.

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