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Song Of The Mot MotsThe beautiful and colorful little mot mots hide in the softly scented pitcher of passion fruit on their lovely tropical isle. They restlessly ruffle their long blue-white feathers as they sing their wonderful siren-like song, to remove the bitterness of life and return sweet joy to the hearts of all who pass by their secret hiding place. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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