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Sunday, February 1, 2015

CRUMBS OF BREAD

I followed a trail of breadcrumbs, pick, pecked along the way.
Looked in all byway, for my love, sweet wisdom to say.
But no love did I find, not one sigh, nor a single word,
so I chose to go free flight, and became a beautiful bird.

Patsy  2015
By Patsy  2015


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