Little Bird
A little bird loses his wings.
He will have to live on the ground.
Harm is what it will bring.
He is too scared to make a sound,
And he will no longer sing.
The breeze will move the leaves,
Around him so he has some shelter.
Safety, the little bird achieves,
But trouble comes and he will welter,
And other birds will grieve.
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oh, how sad! well done:)
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Ha ha it is a bit grim isn't it? I didn't intend for that to happen it just happened. It did start off about if a man was a woman! Ha ha.
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