every feather I see
different need be
flashes of action and dance
mostly put me in a trance
just like a bird
who wants to make a nest
that must first prove
it holds the best
every weed pulled from foreign lands
all tangled up until sorted by hands
every tree from the end of the world's
all uploaded until liked by fans
woven like tapestry every weed go’s
yet they confine into one
that shall reap its foes
frame by frame I shall concur
edit like a bird is what I shall confirm.
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