Bulley 
@whiteforest
2024-02-22
Poem
Momma birds flying arrows
With their wings
And their souls aim
To a far away target
In this summer now rolls
Kids waiting back home
Their empty bellies
Making sounds of soft horn
The hunger is a real big bull
What would you do,
To keep the bully at peace?






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