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Birdie

I sat outside and layed upon
the grass today.
I observed and saw a little birdie.
While its back was turned towards me,
I began to sing a sweet,
soft and pure melody.
And as I sang softly,
it turned to face me.
A birdie once observing its world,
was now observing me.

(2015)

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Leesaan Robertson
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