Once I was a bird

September 1, 2007
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Once I was a bird Soaring, Floating on air, Passing the cat in the tree, And, The lonely girl. I flew, In circles, Around, Spinning,
Twisting, A soft breath of air comes through the stillness. Now: I find myself often, Seeing new things, Like the sharp rocks on the road, And today I met a window, For the first time BAM!





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