Seagull's Overhead
In a place very strangeFar away from any sea or dump
I sometimes find while walking
On my way in to work
In the store parking lot in fact
Miles from any beach or shore
On occasion, not very often
Seagulls overhead flying all about
Picking at the trash, running around
Just as mysteriously as they appeared
They're gone, until next they feel
The need to buzz my workplace again
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