By: Ardis E. Parshall - October 11, 2016 Vignette By Lois Anderson There’s a red flamingo flyingWith a long, hoarse cry.There’s a moon above the marshes,And the clouds drift by …The silver moon is silent,And the grasses nod –But the red bird keeps on cryingHis loneliness to God. (1935) ...
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