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Once
again I’m on my nest of things
Thought
bites wing tips fluttering’s
Watching
fleeting fly-by littering’s
Full of
international twittering’s
At
speed a clutch of tinkering’s
Knells
of bells diminishing
A
chorus clamour whispering
Finding
what’s about worth figuring
In the
early morning flickering
A
weathered eye on worms delivering
A
hopeful hungry glimmering
Heaps of splatter patter picturing
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