Thursday, June 28, 2007


My dissaproval must be heard
Even though I'm just a bird
We fly together in a flock
Each unto his own
Many miles we have come
Together we have flown
Now you like this other fancy
You can go to hell
Remember when I assisted you
Upon which time you fell
Was I not there to give you seed
To tend your injured wing
I even gave you music
From which I could not sing
It took alot to get those bluebirds
To come and give their voice
Ok-I'm glad things turned out
So now you've made your choice
I wish you all the happiness
That could be wished upon a bird
But know this-Now I know you well
And that's my final word

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