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  • He never let you wear red;
    said it was for harlots and hussies.
    But when you were rid of him,
    you wore it as you pleased.

    So when I see bright red
    streak across a field or
    glimpse it in a tree,
    I think of you and how
    you have inspired me.

    Your nickname lends itself
    perfectly to these memories.

    Everyone called you Birdie.
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