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What of the high-flying
Whooper?
Suffering injured wings
Searching breathlessly
For a place to mend and
rest,
But can find no such nest.
Pairing for life
This Whooper found
Its mate strayed
And lost her way,
What's a swan to say?
Nothing!
Says the bevy cob,
Grow a third wing!
No time to die,
On, the wedge must fly.
Genesis 1:20
James 1:12 |