while I sat on a bench musing history
it decided to land ever so close
Staring at me with a knowing pose
I gave a morsel of seed from my bread
the Robin ate well, until it was fed
a little chirp later flutter away
be great to see it again some day
Spyro gyro whisk the pattern break the bed, jump on the slatten ruse amuse, a choice to choose win over abused, the beaten will lose not one...
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