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It's 5 am
the sun barely peeking over the horizon.
the old birds are already tittering
spreading the morning "news"
old women huddled at the fence line
gossiping
taking bets
on who will get the first worm
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
My Poetry Collection DEMORTALIZING is out now!!!: https://a.co/d/5fqwmEb
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