(5-28-42 / Washington state USA)

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Birdhouse Painting

It lived on the wall when I was a child
It meant the world to me
I tried to sketch it on paper
For my aunt painted it, you see.

I pictured those birds fluttering about
A father and mother they were
When babies peeked their little heads out
My heart would feel such a stir.

Submitted: Saturday, March 02, 2013
Edited: Saturday, March 02, 2013


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