I'm a bush stone-curlew,
And this is my fond view—
There can be none like me
In all space, land and sea,
An if one does exist,
Bird it be, be it beast,
Reflection of mine is,
And oh dear, I love this!
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Happenings, humour | 21.03.2017 |
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