I wrote this poem while I was thinking of my father and his love for birds. A shared hobby, he and I would often sit quietly, just watching.
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I wrote this poem while I was thinking of my father and his love for birds. A shared hobby, he and I would often sit quietly, just watching.
Another day, another poem. You'll notice I'm sharing both an image from the book as well as the text in the body of my posts. Well let's be