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Magpie

Maybe it’s the sheer front of this aviator

As he swoops around in the air

Grabbing any shiny thing that catches his eye

Pretty trinkets, held aloft and captured up high

In a hiding place, where only those higher can see it

Evaporated into thin air ? No, your jewellery is up in his nest

By inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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