The Gull that Couldn't Fly

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And there it sits
Alone in pride
Never getting up
To hide
Under stormy clouds
It moves
Slowly
With nothing to lose
Helpless
Staring
We all stand
No one there to lend a hand
No one to call
No one to talk to
No one to scream, walk, or talk to
Goodbye gull
I cannot help you





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