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Blue Eggs


Spring has sprung

Critters all twitterpated

The last bell has rung

Summer at last, so long awaited

Sitting high above the green sea

Nestled in a bed of fine bark

Patience, momma sings to me

Nature comes to do her part

One warm day in the tree

A boy hears a tweet-a-ly

If only the finder had been me

Instead of two, there'd be three



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