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Friday, January 16, 2015

A Passerine Fancy


A journey of
Ten thousand lashes
Marks the sparrow’s path
Without record
Of its passing
Air takes its bite from the
Passerine’s supplest  flesh
While with beak hard pressed
It looks askance
And rarely to never
Dares to laugh

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