Mr. Deters' Limericks
A limerick a day.
Monday, July 28, 2014
Hummingbird
A hummingbird's wings are a blur,
But that's part of their famous allure.
We watch them come drink,
Then they're gone in a blink.
There's no bird of which I'm fonder.
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