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I have found more than one of them.
I do not care for pigeons.
They are not doves.
I leave them where they fall.
I pick up every dove I find.
I do not hear them call.
I do not leave them where they lay.
I do not bury them.
I pick them up and I place them all.
I do not think it sin.
There is no weight left in a bird.
(just litenessness my friend)
That has no life within it.
A bird without meat in it,
{"ewe knoe",Whiteflower;again--:D
A bird is just [a thing]a spirit given form,
a small part of GOD.
Parme--saw the sparrow fall.







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