The Soul
W Walterrean Salley
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The soul is a little bird
That comes to perch, briefly,
Upon the branches of life.
And there—warbling—
It chirps and sings
Ever so happily,
Making the most of its stay.
And then, suddenly,
'Fore one could know—
The little bird
Has flown away.
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