The birds of the air get fed, I wonder
if they worry; I want to be like them,
worry-free; I don’t want to
think about my next meal.
The birds of the air get fed, I wonder
if they worry; I want to be like them,
worry-free; I don’t want to
think about my next meal.
Poetry On A Roll 
I want to do that too–but I’m not successful in every area.
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I really love your short but impactful poems.
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