crossin

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    crossin

    Look at da birdies
    up in the tree;
    too low for you,
    too high for me.

    Look at da airplane
    crossin the sun.
    Orange the sphere.
    The day is done.

    Shut up bad doggies
    barkin in there.
    Just crossin by.
    Whadda you care?


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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    schriAlphi’s Poems (3)

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