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01/13/19 at 11:31PM
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Poetry
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It's not a loud noise,
just a continual whir,
as the Hummingbird approaches,
with wings, all a blur.
I stop with my pruning,
so that I can see.
The Hummingbirds a hover
and it's watching me.
