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I listen to a Blackbird

I listen to a Blackbird

in our May evening garden

among the Apple Blossom

reciting his mantra

it is a lullaby of sweetness

singing to his neighbours

as they listened

answering down to the fields

it is a tune heard by all

Who stop and  listen

To his call

 

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By Timmy Conway

By profession an Accountant By ambition a Politician But by nature a Poet

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