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"Songs of a Muse's Slave"
by C.Frederick Shelley

PIGEONS OF GUILT

Big feathered pears with wings
The pigeons came
Their greys and blacks and charcoals
Hammering against the morning sun,
Then dropping
Down upon the backdrop blanket of green grass,
They sit stupidly,
Staring with blurred, glassy eyes
That penetrate the soul.
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