Twinkle,twinkle,driving into Independence,Iowa, Past a yard, Fifty if not a million, Shifting from side to side, Starling,Starling, Winters birds, Saw one crow, Most yards no birds, No cows, Or horses neigh a field, Just one yard, Not a spot to stir, Flutter, flutter, Hungry winter Iowan’s birds, A plenty, Starling,Starling, Little bird, Cause a poetContinue reading “Starling,Starling,”
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