Is there any difference really
Between me and the sparrow
Who has come to peck
At the seed Marissa spread
Yesterday across the back yard
Both of us living
Precariously and at the largesse
Of a munificence far beyond
Our comprehension
Which lies before us on
The rime crusted ground
Every step it seems
Another morsel found
Every step it seems
Another morsel found
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