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Kellie_Cantrell Senior Member
since 2002-05-22
Posts 1667New York 
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A bird came down the walk, pecking every other step or so between the mossy cobblestones. His colors elegant shades of grey, triple toned, with black dip on his wings, feathers rumpled. His beak goes down again. He comes back up, with a wriggling worm, hanging from his beak. His eyes worn and worn, he bears a secret, wise beyond his years. He bobbles his head, flutters his wings in excitement, and then takes flight. |
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~DreamChild~ Senior Member
since 2001-04-23
Posts 544in your dreams |
i really love how you turn the most simple, everyday things into objects of beauty with your poems. good work. |
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*Alli4000*
since 2004-03-21
Posts 3188The World of Poetry |
Exactly what DreamChild said. This poem really made me "appreciate" the simpilest things if life we never really seem to pay attention to. lol. enjoyed very much!  ~Alli~ *:.AIM = Alli4000.:* My Journal |
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punkrockerrobin 
since 2001-05-15
Posts 1180Sparks, NV |
the early bird catches the worm and that is true. great poem robin hi my name is robin and i am addicted to poetry and matt! |
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