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Jemma Walsh

Tickled pink

‘Come with me…! Come come…
Check out my brilliant feathers!
What about these yellows?!
You’d be a fool to go with any other fella’.

And so she did, she flew with him.

Not long afterwards he began to consider
her unspectacular browns,
then one day says, right out of the blue,
‘You’re only with me for my feathers’.

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issue nine

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