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two birds seen floating silent with a breeze one level with the other, straight ahead one bird is flapping wings, while one at ease and sitting on the wind, its merry bed at ending wind the gliding bird must fly and while the working bird will not lose height its feather’s light at scooping up the sky the second bird will lack the skill of flight until the breeze comes back that bird will fall and squawking wildly try to grasp the air not practiced in the art of wings at all but used to catching luck and resting there but till that first strong breeze doth truly die both birds will stay, the same, up in the sky
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Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
Flying Sonnet (rough)
two birds seen floating silent with a breeze one level with the other, straight ahead one bird is flapping wings, while one at ease and sitting on the wind, its merry bed at ending wind the gliding bird must fly and while the working bird will not lose height its feather’s light at scooping up the sky the second bird will lack the skill of flight until the breeze comes back that bird will fall and squawking wildly try to grasp the air not practiced in the art of wings at all but used to catching luck and resting there but till that first strong breeze doth truly die both birds will stay, the same, up in the sky
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Sep 22, 2011
Sep 22, 2011 at 12:06 PM UTC
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