June 8, 2009
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Bluebirds fly through the sky
Sprinkling their beautiful essence
Throughout the town, throughout the neighborhood
Sitting on a large tree branch
Examining all the skies, picking another destination
What fly’s by? Another bird perhaps?
I wonder where he’s going
I guess I’m going to follow.
So I sit on my branch, and concentrate.
Thinking of where I may end up in life.
Getting ready to fly.

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