Warbling aloud to the bustling throng
Stories of life and love and hate
Sharing the loneliness of no mate
Yet of all the people passing beneath her perch
It seems I alone hear the bird in the birch
The rest of the crowd, rushes on by
Never aware of life, never knowing why
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2005 Marty Vandermolen, All Rights Reserved
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