The birds on the wire...
The first swung forward in the wind
The second fluttered the wings to be on it.
The third laughed at the both.
The fourth danced well.
The fifth sang for the dancer.
The sixth beckoned its lover.
The seventh saw the rain on the hill.
The eight chirped the message.
The ninth opened its bills for the drops.
The tenth thought about the mirth they had.
The last, I
In the shower of the spring
Still in the muse of the dream...
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