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June 20, 2013
Little voice so hauntingly tender
Just letting me know you are near.
Begging for seeds, if you’re lucky, and
however long it takes, you do persevere.
Little voice to your tune I surrender
Here is the nourishment that you demand.
I pray for the day when nerves desert you
and you accept this meal from my hand.
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