May 10, 2026

MAY 10, poem and selected pic: shelduck



poetry lyrics:/ Quacked the shelduck, "With no GPS/ We migrate. In high winds, we digress/
From our usual flight-path./ So one dark-stormy-night path,/
We land here, refugees in US/ (They prefer that we leave, that's my guess). 









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