Sunday morning Blue

Bluebird flutters into the

hole in the Box.

Her little peeps peep.

Mama flies; Papa blue flits

into the hole. Peeps.

We peeps peek.

Blue. Into the hole.

Our peeps.

Peep.

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GARY NEIL GUPTON