My Crappy Poetry: Entry #18

Nature’s Barriers

I see them fly north

“That’s the wrong way!” I call out

But I don’t speak bird

-M.S. Fowle

Copyright © 2012

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  1. They don’t listen to us anyway. They think we want to cook them up and put them on the dining room table. 🙂

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  2. Perhaps they used the new Apple map app to plan their trip? 😛

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  3. Aye, but the hunters are in waiting in the south… Thanks to central heating, they’ll be fine up there…

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  4. Love this! ha ha ha! You are just charming, girl. xoJulia

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