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Mar 16
Tiny birds they flutter about
One dives in and the other dives out

They always seem to share their seed
some seem happy and some seem mean

I sit and watch them every day
for many seem to come to play

I find them sitting in the tree
they fly away when they see me

but back again here they come
because they think this place is fun…
Written by
JudyAS
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