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Poem 20150913

Posted on September 13, 2015September 13, 2015 by crow

turkey buzzards perch
in the tops of sycamores
their wings spread
drying in the morning sun
while their siblings
circle overhead

like me
lazy on a sunday
and working hard to find
a meal the easy way

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