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FLOCKING
We are like songbirds
Each with a song we sing, our unique variation
And a song we respond to
That is how we find our flock
We are birds of a feather
Songs of love, kindness, redemption, gentle humor
Call to me
Songs of hate, violence and division are for other ears
Other flocks
Yet all are part of a vast ecology of differences
So I fly the friendly skies united with my lovely feathered friends
As we rise into the pink dawn and head off into a brand-new day
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