Poems by Larry Andrews. The title came to me in a dream. It embodies my goal to serve you Tiger-like readings in Teacup portions. [Click "older posts" at the bottom to see additional writings.) Thanks and enjoy.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
High Flying Bird
They think me a high flying bird Too far away to identify I don't socialize In local trees I just keep flying
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