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My Bird

My Bird cannot fly My Bird has no song It sits And watches the Sparrows Robins Oreoles Bluejays Hummingbirds And Doves Dance and play From the shadows Of the magnolia tree But still my bird waits My Bird doesn't sleep During the warm summer nights Eyes watching the stars Beneath the soft glow of the moon As the fireflies join Orion Suspended and flashing My Bird watches And dreams Alone he may be Perched in the magnolia tree Apart from the calls of Sparrows Robins Oreoles Bluejays Hummingbirds And Doves That carry in the wind Still my Bird sits Because in a way He is free For one day All will see His vibrant colors Hidden within the leaves Of the magnolia tree
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Jul 27, 2017
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