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holding in this magpie
beak
one feather dipped
in juices fruit
blood stuck
claw-claimed seedpods
whole
what tools to tell the
story
what voice to crow the
sunrise
what bird can
we be
who this time are you
when the frittering of
the time
the softness of
the spaces meant for making
seals in nothing
today awake the bird swivels
wide about the eyes
there is ever more
here see
wide about the eyes
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In 2017 our voices to 'crow the sunrise' let us roar it is time for women to take over the world:-) great piece.xxx
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