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βThe birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.β
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The birds crow a weeping melody,
Trees clean of leaves.
The grave lies deep and velvety,
Ready to receive.
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POEM STARTER
βThe birds crow a weeping melody, trees clean of leaves.β
Continue this poem.
The birds crow a weeping melody,
Trees clean of leaves.
The grave lies deep and velvety,
Ready to receive.
Even though itβs short, I can picture the scene perfectly! Wonderful job
