Blackbird

Olly olly oxen free.. Screamed the kids as they played in the field. Birds chirping 

Flying free. 

Stared at a kite 

Olly olly oxen free. 

Drifted away on an October day 

She played with colour 

But black and white came. 

Autumn hues of grey. 

Olly olly oxen free 

There was a girl 

Twenty seven and free..

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