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Jueju: The Grackle

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Michel-Vincent Corbeaux, Poetry

Limbs high — no cloud — sun beats bright;
Tree strong — clear skies — through shines light.
Bird weak — shade rest — our eyes meet;
Stone tough — stares straight — then takes flight.

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