A POEM A DAY

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SO THE LITTLE BIRDS

So the little birds

Can’t be together 

But they miss each other 

And chirp all night. 

Are you all right?

Yes. Are you?

Yes, but I miss you. 

I miss you too. 

OK. I’ll be right here in this tree. 

You’re still all right?

Yes. Are you?

Yes, but I miss you. 

I miss you too. 

OK. I’ll be right here in this tree

All night.