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Wednesday, November 3, 2010

The dogwood tree
was built for me.
Not too tall
for I was small.

The limb started low.
As though to show,
how one should go.

Time to climb.

One sneaker lace untied.
I spied.

A nest-
three eggs at rest.

Speckled blue for robin red,
whose bird-wife is brown.

Time to climb down.
Posted by WordsbyNicole at 11/03/2010 10:11:00 PM

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