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Place a twig

Caught on my feet,

Drop it fall

Midair-

My Sweet!



Can be done

By spring again,

Another twig

Before the rain.



Wind, not

Season bring,

Until my first

Until I sing.



Sky, cool to

Wings He stray,

Returning quick

Another hay.



Test flight

Land.

Can wall.

Can stand.

A twig, not twine,

My Teammate’s mind….



Shrug lug

Round rim

Cross cut,

Lodge in!



Now warm

The hedge

With glee,

So soon

The place

For three.

--Joe M., Adult