Distant words
flutter within a breeze
like forgotten birds…
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Drifting from tree
to tree….
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Thoughts escaping
running free.
As sparkling lights
blacken the still marquee..
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Hawking tickets,
two by three..
Step right-in, the show
is about to begin…
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You’re sure to laugh
an couldn’t disagree
within a soft
quietly loud, whoopee!
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So gather, all together
from seat to seat
as birds of a feather..
What’s UP!
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‘a soft quietly loud whoopee’ – nice! And the image is awesome. They eyes pop out and I saw the owl straight away 🙂
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Did you now!
Awe….
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i got a sticker, Aha Aha!
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🙂
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An another!
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