Standing on the Ground.

I see the Bird,

The Bird sees me.

Bird!

Color of Grass!

I love my Mother

More than I do You!

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Note by the Collator: I do not pretend to explain the veery-complex of American poets. They all seemed possessed to rub it into the poor bird that he wasn't one.

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