Copyright E. Jett 2007
The heron rights himself and flies away. It has no time for photographers or poets. It is like a Harley Rider but instead of saying "It is time to ride," instead it says "It is time to fly."
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I'm a dad, I'm a dad, I'm a Harrrrrley Dad! I am Diogenes in Leather and Socrates in a Do-Rag. Riding through life, learning a lot, and loving it!
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