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Bright Parrot
by
Alice C. Bateman
I saw a bright parrot
It sat in the tree
While I looked at it
It looked at me
It was only a vision
I could see through its wings
A vision so lovely
It could mean many things
It could mean that my 'South' dream
Is bound to come true
It could mean that I'm crazy
So - what else is new?
I blinked, and it sat there
So I blinked again
But still the bright parrot
Chose to remain
I was finally distracted
By my little boys
But still the bright parrot
Is bringing me joy
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