The robin and the wagtail had a race
On a brisk summer morning down by the stream
A sight to behold in this sweet little place
A beautiful sight like one from a dream
Their wings graced the river
As the birds swiftly flew
Like arrows from a quiver
I smiled and thought of you
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poems by me
PoetryJust a bit of poetry I've written over a few years so dont judge it too harshly. Plus it does get better as you go on (in my opinion). PLEASE LOOK AT THIS BEFORE READING!!!! If you know me in real life and choose to read this please dont show people...
