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Them Seeds

 
I sit perched with a discipline to my master.  
Never biting the hand that feeds me,yet weary of those that want to eat me.
Bowing my head,but only miliseconds at a time,niping at the seeds that help make me be.
 
I am the wonder,I'm the wish;I am that bird flaping in the wind!
 
UncleSlam
 
Written by Uncleslam
Published | Edited 2nd Jan 2020
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Per realistic poetry on twitter. Character limiting creates a challenge. Photo not of my own.
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