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What is it that a fleeting sparrow'd say, if he'd been gifted with our language true? Could any one of us hazard a way, to think of what he'd say after he flew? I think that if we tried to guess we'd miss, but nonetheless I'll give a proper try. My best assumption would be only this: "I'm tired, but regardless, I must fly." Can any look upon a soaring bird, and think that flight must be a hefty weight? A man would think the notion is absurd, in chasing freedom, wings could never sate. The gift of flight must be a nasty curse. With proper legs, their lives wouldn't be worse.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
If sparrows could speak
What is it that a fleeting sparrow'd say, if he'd been gifted with our language true? Could any one of us hazard a way, to think of what he'd say after he flew? I think that if we tried to guess we'd miss, but nonetheless I'll give a proper try. My best assumption would be only this: "I'm tired, but regardless, I must fly." Can any look upon a soaring bird, and think that flight must be a hefty weight? A man would think the notion is absurd, in chasing freedom, wings could never sate. The gift of flight must be a nasty curse. With proper legs, their lives wouldn't be worse.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 3:45 PM UTC
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