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Oct 2011
We talk to the birds in the morning,
We are
quite all right
being bold,

We spin without being dizzy
And learn
without
being told.

I’ll meet you again when we grow up;
You won’t know
for sure
that it’s me

Till I show you that prize in my pocket
We found when
we only
were three.
January 15, 2005
Athens, Georgia
Jay Harden
Written by
Jay Harden
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