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One Of The Firstthe wind softly flows through my wings as i soar unlike the others i feel the exhilaration's of flight i soar high into the sky then plunge downward i am more than a bird i am one of the first to think i am amazed at what the others take for granted the speed i can attain the ability to see so precisely the strength i feel at each wing stroke the songs i sing i am more than a bird i am one of the first to think i watch the others hut then think of better ways i learn from them who my enemies are and avoid contact i know there are none aware of me so my survival is strong i am more than a bird i am one of the first to think off in the distance i see him he is a handsome bird does he think as i do could we create a new species together he approaches cautiously sitting next to me eying me carefully i am more than a bird i am one of the first to think as he stares at me i feel his mind flash through me gently he thinks he places a flower between us i softly rub his head we are alike my mind reaches out to him i feel his gentle caress as he acknowledges i am more than a bird i am one of the first to think Vote for this poem
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