May 13, 2009
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Earlt one morning, right after dark I spread my wings for a fly through the park. over the trees and up through the clouds, as we do our little stunts the people say "Wow". But when the wind blows a little too much we all fly home in our little bunch. It's not easy being a bird and all, becauce there's always the fear that your going to fall.

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