Asking for help writing a poem doesn't always work out the way I think it will.

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I asked the birds

if they wanted to be a poem.

They cocked their heads,

blessed me with one eye,

and seeing that I had

no food, no words,

they launched into the sky,

splitting the clouds

with their wings.

By Nolcha Fox

From: United States

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