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on the early walk
before the rain
when a breeze picks up
birds confuse the day
first thing
they tree to tree
and why
I hear wallaby thump
never saw
it’s hard to love
all of the picture
parts
it’s like day woke up
around me
haven’t we all had this
dream?
it’s precious
the freedom
to be where we are
in the joy bright day
all secret still
where the little I tell
gives nothing away
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