Feathers of a bird, stay with the herd
Tarred and feathered, we stick together
Lions and tigers and swears, oh my
Our flight paths criss and cross in the sky
The bulls, the lambs the great I am
The poets, the jocks, the river swam
United divided, prodded and poked
2017, choked or stoked
Observations in my life journey in darkness and beyond sharing HUGS along the way.
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