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Sunday, June 5

avionics asleep (or trying)

raining and pouring
old robin on the branch
aint snoring
or reading poetry
robin is a bird
working hard at it
wet and without
memory of the land before time
not that tv show, animated as it was,
but of the evolution of species
the origin rather
when birds went bald
and the rain wasn't so cold

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