A Naughty Bird Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi

A Naughty Bird

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Standing on the corner
Watching a parade going by,
I looked up toward the heaven
And saw a flock of birds flying high.
Suddenly, something fell on my head.
I was startled, but didn't curse nor sigh,
I was only mighty thankful
That horses and cows can't fly.

Saturday, December 23, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: birds,standing
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Joseph T. Renaldi

Joseph T. Renaldi

Frackville, Pennsylvania
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