Poetry

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EVERY DAY MAY BE AN UNUSUAL DAY,DEPEND'S UPON HOW I MAY LIVE AND
PRAY,AS POOR PIGEON LIMPED ITS POOR CLAW IS SORE,AND FRIEND SEEMED
TOO SAY NOT MY FAULT ANY WAY,AS I PUT SOME CRUMBS FOR BOTH OF THEM TO SHARE ,GAVE PIGEON WITH THE LIMP HIS OR HER A PLACE APART SO NO
NO AGGRO.SO TO SPEAK AND ALMOST GAVE ME A NUDGE OR WINK,AS SOME
STARLING'S AND SPARROW'S TOO NOW THE PIGEON'S ARE OFF TILL
TO-MORROW'S ENOUGH ,SO FAR THE DAY WENT WELL THEN AT MY FRONT DOOR AJAR THEN 9.PM.THE SKY ALL GREY NO MOON OR STAR,LONE BIRD FLYING EAST WOOSH;AND THEN IT WAS GONE THOUGH ALL ALONE PERHAPS IT WAS
LATE GOING HOME,HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING STILL MY LONGING KEPT GROWING,ABOUT A BIRD IN THE NIGHT NO FRIGHT JUST WISH I HAD THE
GIFT OF FLIGHT,ANY DAY OR ANY NIGHT IS AMEN ALIGHT,SOME SIGHT OR A FOREVER MIGHT.
Joe.

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