two7zero3

Monday, June 20, 2011

the little blue bird.
sat on its perch.
and tried fluttering its wings about.
wanting to fly.
but it didn't.
it couldn't.
it was stuck.
it wanted to be like the other birds!
free.
but it wasn't.
for this little bird was different.
it wasn't made of the same stuff as other birds.
wood was its wings. wood was its beak.
and its wings only moved when the wind came along.


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