scribbles for birds
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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