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There are Birds the Color of the Sky

by Mahima Rupakula

There are birds the color of the sky
Over the glassy pond they sing and fly
Once, they dived into the glass
Only to fly far and pass
The water that would’ve made them die

The birds were going to their field
Tired, the birds decided to yield
The birds came to rest
But then came a pest
So those birds made a feathery shield

The birds with the shield flew again
One bird had a very bad sun tan
The bird started to burn
Its mind started to churn
And the birds had a tanning ban

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