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I looked in my heart while the wild swans went over. And what did I see I had not seen before? Only a question less or a question more; Nothing to match the flight of wild birds flying. Tiresome heart, forever living and dying, House without air, I leave you and lock your door. Wild swans, come over the town, come over The town again, trailing your legs and crying! Edna St. Vincent Millay A poem by my favorite poet to welcome October! Thank you for volunteering with us. Wishing you all safe and happy birding!
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