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Flitting Bird | ||
| Flitting bird is on the go. Where it stops I do not know. Ever active, it won't stop Even though it wants to drop. Is its busyness insane? Hopping even in the rain? Probably it doesn't know Why it's always on the go. Since I think it is absurd, I won't hustle like a bird. I won't fret about my clothes. I'll take time to smell a rose. | ||
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