On Sunday morning the air is sweet,
orange zest and poppy seeds and
flour pushed across the
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I heard it gives great advice.
Every problem you could ever
Have must look so small from the sky;
Or even on the ground filtered
Through prismatic light.
I heard
It will swallow your problems whole.
I wonder what makes a bird so wise,
Perhaps its black, beady eyes?
Black is the color of
Everything from a matter of perspective
Seems like a worm.