The Robin
The robin scuttles across the soccer field turf
Its beak goes up and down
and repeatedly nothing is found.
We are more like the robin then we care to believe: pecking away at the green turf dream of our days.
Sunday 23rd May 2021 2:09 pm
The robin scuttles across the soccer field turf
Its beak goes up and down
and repeatedly nothing is found.
We are more like the robin then we care to believe: pecking away at the green turf dream of our days.
Sunday 23rd May 2021 2:09 pm
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