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Aug 2022
as the bees to the flower
but your nectar turned sour
as the birds to the sky
but you clipped my wings
so, I couldn’t fly

I looked up to you
as a rainbow
after the shower
but you're just a crow
dropping bombs
on my ivory tower

I looked up to you
as an owl to the moon
but you're just a dish
that ran away with the spoon
sandra wyllie
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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