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a bird once taught me to fly

I once stopped a Sparrow while I was up in the clouds.

I asked him for a flying lesson, because I was stuck

in the fluffy white vapors.

Steve the Sparrow is a fantastic teacher.

I fly around all the time,

but I also still climb up the clouds

like I used to.

 

Bad habits die hard.

Some don't die at all.

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Jun 14, 2012
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