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She Feeds The Ducks
She feeds
the ducks
And they come flocking
Bags full of bread
They know her well
She breaks off chunks with purpose
Aiming carefully at certain mouths
As if she knows them personally
This is her family
And they give by taking
By being there
By running in her direction
For a change
Socks slipping
Frayed skirts
They don't care
And neither does she
With her family at her feet
She's queen of this place
She's the woman who feeds the ducks
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