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Little Bird


There once was a little bird
That left its nest to fly
But the winds they blew so roughly
With hands that were unkind

So that little bird did hide away
Keeping itself safe on the ground
Waiting for that summer day
And sweet breezes all around

Watching all the other birds
As they gracefully passed on by
Hoping one day to feel that free
To spread her wings across the sky

~THE FLOWING PEN~
8-18-04







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