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scribbles for birds

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Thu, 20 Dec 2007 at 05:40pm

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While the birds in the trees the majority sing. But some sit, feet frozen to their branches Knowing that they could escape if only They were to leave their feet behind-- They would only be half of what they use to be but if they don't make this sacrifice they risk dying They don't know it's an adventure-- One flew...
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2007-12-20
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