Little Golden Finch,
Up high in the tree.
Singing your song,
Continuously.
A beautiful song,
That you composed,
No poet living,
Could present better prose.
A musical melody,
Sung from the soul.
By the little finch,
With feathers of Gold.
9/29/10 Alton Texas
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