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October.2. & October.5.2000 
Trisha M Barrek Hopkins

So many different melodies 
So Many Different colors 
The beauty within some never sees 
Some drink flowers 
Some attack to get their pray 
Others have no strength no powers 
A lot go to sleep during the day 

Even though there are many birds 
Near and Far 
They usually fly in herds 
Some can fly as high as the nearest star 

We love them all 
Big and small 
But like always they must go 
Soon it'll be fall 
Most birds hate the snow 

Until spring arrives 
And the flowers bloom 
South is there the birds will fly 
Somewhere that's warm 
Will be their new cozy room 
Away from the cold winter storm 

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