Blue Jay Feathers
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Mark Heathcote
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Please spare a thought for them, Blue Jay
Feathers you collect daily on your walks
And thought nothing of it - no ripostes
Or sharp-tongued anecdotes:
Weren't they the shards of angel wings
That got buried in ice due to atmospheric
Changes in our human hearts.
Blasphemy
Against
The
Holy
Spirit
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