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A Birds is for Life?
Colourful bows arch across the sky, scything wings underflow, silhouettes of glorious won freedoms, neath them the city’s traffic hums: —— Bounty of joy subsumed in oily residues, taunting the gasping, asthmatic child, while black gold, a grim poison now spoiling fresh air, polluting the earth. —– Nightly the owls hoot their warning call, making…
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