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.Things Not Yet.

the poetry of Brother Barnabas

Monday, July 6, 2009

Bird Song

tell me little bird
have you ever felt
regret for a missed
note, an off time melody
or is everything
that comes out
as you inteneded it to be

to have such confidence and grace
what price i would not pay
Posted by Andrew Smith at 8:57 PM

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